Bouldering Life -Another Send -Incremental Improvement On Rock...In Life

On January 19 2026 i managed the third ascent of one of the most striking lines in the area of Kjugekull in Sweden. The line is called “Hurtige hænder, hurtige fødder” and translates to “Fast hands, fast feet”, its the only climbable line on that massive face and looks quite intimidating at first sight. An obvious line of sharp crimps and bad feet, starting from a hard jumpstart to a hold that almost resembles a knifes edge. The First ascent was done by Bjørn Arnel Iisager back in 2020, and i remember vividly the picture and being very drawn to the pure aesthetics of the line and moves.

The skin management

The holds are really sharp, as most of the climbing in Kjugekull, but this first jump move to a right hand crimp slot looks absolutely intimidating and required good conditions and hard skin! i Started trying it in the start of December 2025 and quickly learned how skin would be a limiting factor on this one and i would have to be very tactical in both the preparation and during my sessions. I ended up having 6-7 sessions on it, doing it from one move in on the 2nd session, but with the first move definitely being the crux i spend a while figuring out a lot of micro beta on how i should jump to the right hand crimp. A week before every trip up there i started my skin prep with climbing in tape on my indexes for every training session to save skin, and 2-3 days before i would apply 3 or so layers of tip juice for 2 nights in a row, followed by a heavy layer of repair. I found that this combination made my skin incredibly dry and tough yet durable and pliable from the repair. The conditions this December was luckily quite good, minus degrees and not much rain, unfortunately very high humidity between 75-90% but that is pretty normal for Sweden that time a year, hence why i knew i needed very dry skin even though the temperatures were very cold.

The end of the process

After a heartbreaking session on new years eve where i stuck the first move for the first time, i dryfired higher up on the boulder (that day it was windchill -7 celsius and i had gone too hard with the tip juice for sure) but i remained calm and was honestly just very content with feeling i had figured out the move. After a lot of snow and rain i returned on the 19th of Jan, and quite quickly repeated the first move a few times but again fell higher up on the boulder. I had a brief moment of frustration and was numbing out every time I made it through the first move, but i made a conscious effort of noticing my frustration and tried to focus on the landscape around me and how great a day it was. Full sun and -2 celsius, i put on some music and fooled around a bit, and out of no where i stuck the first move again, but this time i felt calm. I felt much better on the holds here i noticed and as i was going for the move higher up that i had fallen off a few times i could feel i was gonna make it this time, and i did. As i had stuck the higher “mini crux” the emotion rushed through me and i knew i was climbing to the top this time. Sitting on top of the boulder i didnt burst out in a scream of relief or excitement, but i just sat there for a few minutes in the sun enjoying it. Im very content with the motivations that drove me to trying it, and i appreciate the short time i had on it, the cold nights in my car analyzing the first jump move, and in the end feeling like i had understood a move that at first try felt absolutely impossible.