Beto and I went training to the usual place this afternoon. The conditions were good, so we prepared our things for a good endurance session (or at least that was what I had in mind). But Beto’s ideas were a bit different than mine…
As always, I was the first one to put my hands on the wall. There I was: with my climbing shoes, my chalkbag, my pack and my music to full volume. After ¼ lap, things got bad for me… Beto was practically running behind me, he was stepping on my heels! 
I couldn’t get who or what made him act like a stupid & irresponsable madman (actually, I’m the one who behaves that way most of the time while training
). I had no time for guessing it! I had to run!! He was over me!!!
I began to do long reach moves to gain some distance from him, but he seemed so determined to squash me that my whole effort wasn’t enough. I had to stick with the idea of being a few centimeters away from him.
We finished the first ½ lap and I quickly got off the wall. My forearms were burning and I was dehydrated, I was coming close to be exhausted. Beto on the other hand, was happy to start the second ½ lap without having me in front of him. He simply told me: “See you!”, I thought: “Fscking bastard!! You’ll see what I have for you!” as I took off my shirt, sipped some water, put my pack on and chose the appropriate Slayer’s song for the occasion… 
I applied him the same technique: I let him gain some distance. When he saw me so far, he started to think that I was finished, that I was no more an opponent to him, so he relaxed and let the fatigue come in. Then I started to climb very fast… faster than he could realize. Soon I was the one punishing him, I was so close that I could grab some holds just before him. Now I had the control of the game and he was paying the dire consequences of his stupidity.
We finished the first and only lap. We climbed off the wall in a very shameful condition. Now I was the one with the big smile on my face. After a few minutes, we recovered our breath and saw each other with a cynical glare. What supposedly had to be an endurance session turned into an explosive torture festival. We smiled to each other and left the place to celebrate with some hard boulder problems… 