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March 2017



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"But there's no blood! It's just lymph!"

So when I got the news about Signy, I was coming back from the climbing gym--our first visit since they closed last week to repaint and re-route the entire front room.

They've made a very nice space, with warm red climbing walls that look like parts of the Southwest where I used to live. [cvillette, you'd like it. Looks like the Valley of Fire.) Only a very few routes are up--I tried three, but could only manage one of them (I got two moves up another and needed one more damned foothold, and then got stuck two moves from the top of the final one and thrashed there for twenty minutes or so before I took pity on my belayer [this is a lie; what really happened is that I scralped several layers of callus off my fingers and then burned out my forearms to the point where I couldn't hold on any more, and dammit, it's not a strength issue, it's a technique issue, and that pisses me off] and asked to be dirted.) and none of them are rated yet, so there's a lot of just random adventuring going on. Which is kind of cool. Because you look at a route and think, "Maybe I could do that."

...and then you try and find out, well, er, Maybe no.

Me: "But there's no blood! It's just lymph!"
Alisa: "Hardcore."

She makes me laugh.

Next time, dammit.

Also, there's a couple of other routes I want to try, though I think at least one of them is way too hard for me.


I have to ask - what is that in your icon? Because my brain keeps suggesting "gynecologist's stirrups" and I'm fairly sure one does not usually stand up on those unless the speculum is really cold.

(I probably should have gone to bed rather than posted this. My apologies if this is too weird.)
Hee. It's an ATC. ("Air traffic controller.") It's a form of belay device--a pulley system used in concert with a locking carabiner to create friction on a rope used to belay a fellow climber, so you can comfortably avoid dropping your friend on his head.
Oh good. Thank you. I'm still horrified that I asked and I'll try to go to bed before midnight tonight.
I thought it was a reasonable question!!!

Also, there's a couple of other routes I want to try, though I think at least one of them is way too hard for me.

No no, your looking at it wrong. It may just be too hard for you right now. Simply adjust your physicalities temporal placement and try it again. *grin*
Why didn't *I* think of that????
Generally, can you just look at an ungraded route and know if it's in reach or too hard for you, or do you have to discover by trying?
Some of them you can look at and laugh. Some you have to fall off a few dozen times. It depends on if they are really, really too hard, or us ta little too hard.
Yeah, it's a frustrating feeling when you look at a route, know you can flash it, then fall off anyway. It's especially frustrating when it's the last move you fall on. It's downright infuriating when it isn't even a particularly hard move.

My local climbing gym is in the middle of resetting problems in their bouldering room, so several walls are completely blank right now. So, I started last night with problems that are harder than what I can reasonably expect to climb. (Note that this means "harder than V2." Low bar.) Lots of fun, but it was mostly an exercise in finding novel ways of scratching my shins.
Woo. I'm still working on V0s with no success, so I salute you.
Well, as you saw at ReaderCon, I'm one of those short, slim, lightweight men who are, in theory, ideally shaped for bouldering. (I am not, sadly, one of those hard bodies who look really good climbing shirtless. I also wouldn't mind longer limbs.)

However, I totally remember failing to climb V0s. Frustrating. I hope you get past that stage faster than I did.
In a word: nodal.
So, because I have a fairly uncommon name, I always get a jolt when you talk about Alisa. Clearly, you aren't talking about me (though I totally agree with the hardcore assessment), but I get a little glee anyways! Whoever she is, she has a WONDERFUL name!

Alisas of the world, UNTIE! (Anything - bits of rope, other people's shoes, whatever...)
She is mucho wonderful in all ways of which I am aware, and probably has no idea that I am talking about her on the internet, because she has a life. *g* Which is why I try to strip reports of any identifying details. ;-)

signy . . .

. . . i've been lurking for a while . . . can't remember how i found your blog . . . but am sending you and signy well wishes . . . she sounds like a gorgeous dog . . . wish i could have met her and watched her run and snuggle and watch the world . . .
*laughs* Lymph! Oh, that's a really good one. (And yay, I have my computer back! I'm so far behind in LJ, though. Augh.)