it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken
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woke up. got out of bed. dragged a comb across my head.

And now I am faced with the rather cheery proposition of figuring out what to do with today, since I don't have to write. I mean, okay, I need to do something about the grossness quotient of my floor and bathroom, and I should use up some of these groceries, but I'm off duty. And that's kind of an amazingly pleasant sensation.

(This is for posterity, and the next time I go shoe shopping, so please excuse exhaustive discussion of My Feet to follow.)

A climbing milestone yesterday, in that I have bought my second pair of shoes. After spending over an hour in Eastern Mountain Sports (climbing shoes =serious business; at least as serious as hiking boots and running shoes, if not more so.), with the able aid and tolerance of The Jeff, I wound up seriously torn, because I was feeling very affectionate towards these Moccasyms, which made my feet feel cheerfully like little hard hooves (which is what you want; ponyboys and girls pray attend; I have a sport for you. except you'll have to use your hands) but which they only had in two sizes: very slightly too large, so my foot rubbed at the heel and my toes weren't properly compacted (this is a euphemism for "jammed together") and very slightly too small, so the left foot fit absolutely perfectly, but my middle toe on the right was jammed up awkwardly and uncomfortably. If they'd had them in a men's 8/women's 9.5, I think I might have ended up with those. When next I need shoes, I may mail-order a pair of those, since now I know what size I want. And they have really wonderful stiff, aggressively sticky soles. It was almost no effort to stand up on the edges of my toes in those.

What I bought instead, after much agonizing and edging around the gym fixtures, was these, in a 9.5: the Evolv Elektras, thus continuing my tradition of purple climbing shoes. (Climbing shoes are not something where you get to pick the color. You buy the shoe that fits, which happens to come in a color. You can have any color you want, as long as it's the color that shoe comes in.) The funny thing is, I usually can't wear women's climbing shoes; I have big high-wolume feet with a second and third toe both longer than my big toe, and it makes it hard to jam my foot into narrow little girl shoes that are supposed to fit footbindingly tight. And in these, I have wound up with a pair of shoes so comfortable I'm honestly a little suspicious of them.

Climbing shoes are not supposed to be comfortable. They're supposed to not hurt so much you can't walk in them.

I need to go try them out now, of course, and despite having been up until two AM at a Call of Cthulhu game with some new friends and some people I haven't seen since the 1990s, I'm ridiculously energetic and bouncy.

So I'm contemplating either wandering down to the gym to boulder a little, or finding out if Jeff or Alisa wants to head outdoors today. I was sort of planning on hanging around the house and being lazy, but I actually find I'm pretty restless and want to go do something physical. (This is probably a side effect of having been a slug since Wednesday; I didn't run all week, and I did my grocery shopping in the car.)

Alternately, I might try the closer gym, because honestly my gym sets pretty darned hard, and the bouldering routes are almost all beyond me. Of course, falling off things is good exercise too, but it's not very satisfying if that's all you're doing.
Tags: falling off perfectly good rocks
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