The definition of punting

Wednesday Natasha, Ethan, Ben and i headed up to the house for a little rock climbing. We woke up early, got an early start, and somehow still managed to be hours behind our friends Dan and Vian. Weather wise we couldn't have asked for a much better day, it was cool and cloudy with the sun poking out from time to time. after "warming up" on the usual 11d Natasha and I headed over to a 12b called Whipping Boy (named for the 20 foot run out from the last bolt to the chains), Natasha hiked it as expected and with her complete spray down i managed to flash the route. After a few more routes and getting just the right amount of pump it was time for Natasha to get on her project Assassin 13d which she fucking crushed just after Ethan did. Then it was my turn. I've been working on Cell Block for the past few weekends and have the thing pretty damn wired. I basically walked up the route with no problems, then, with 2 moves to go, i fucking PUNTED, the last 3 moves are fucking easy if you do the sequence in order. But I decided i was gonna forget how it went, move up right hand instead of left and blow off. I PUNTED! Ethan on the other hand put down 8 pitches that day with ease and Ben and Natasha were killing it.