in walked luck and you looked in time. never look back walk tall act kind
mood: 
sore
soremusic: "All we need to do now is strap some explosive to that shark."
Well, not my finest climbing night, but since I am officially working on harder things--I think the one that's kicking my ass currently is an 8, maybe, though none of the new walls are rated yet (God, I hope it's an 8, because if it's a seven, I might just nip off and shoot myself now)--I suppose it's only understandable that my body is responding with shooting muscle pain that wakes me up all night.
Sigh.
I wish building muscle tissue were not so freaking painful. Also, meat, just a suggestion? If you were lighter, this wouldn't hurt so much....
I suspect it's linked.
Seems like unintelligent design, though. But then, so do many things.
Mid-June I stepped on a scale and found I was 8 pounds over the number that I'd sworn I'd never get to. July I started a karate class which has been kicking my ass, but I've lost 20 pounds so far (only 80-something more to go...) Karate is only Tuesdays and Thursdays, though, so this week I started adding in the Hundred Pushup Challenge (www.hundredpushups.com) on MWF.
Wow, do I *hurt*. My joke to my boss today was that I now have *five* nights of pain a week. Only it's not a joke.
I think what I meant was, I seem to actually get better relief from that time-honored drug than from any of the newfangled ones. Don't know why. Better metabolic click, or something...