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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i went home with a waitress the way i always do

My poor meat is so dischuffed with me. I just managed to pry myself out of bed and I'm still exhausted and in the throes of the allergy attack that woke me up at three AM and would not let me go back to sleep until I fed myself benadryl and washed out my eyes. Really, my major life goal currently would be to lie down for a nap, but there is this deadline, see, and the deadline must be obeyed. Prodigious work lies before me today--revising at least fifty pages and/or three chapters of Chill, since today is a day without other scheduled duties. And I so badly want to crash. Alas, the meat must wait a few days still to collapse.

We went climbing at Pinnacle last night, and I managed both routes we set. One was easy--First Crack, which was the first route I ever sent outdoors, last year, and which I managed this time as a clean ascent--and the other was a more challenging, very edgy route on the slab, which may not even have a name. Basically it consisted of a fifteen-foot 5.7 slab ascent, a fifteen-foot 5.5 or so crack system, and another fifteen-foot slab at the top that was very sparse and crimpy and required a couple of fairly technical smears and matches. I got through it without any falls, and with only one bad moment--my shoe popped off the slab on a smear, but I held on and got myself back on without losing my hands.

I also got through both climbs without panic attacks, which was nice and may be a sign of progress. I do better at this whole outdoor climbing thing when I'm not throwing myself fruitlessly at routes that are way too hard for me. I wonder if my climbing buddies can be convinced of that? Because they tend towards the stupidly macho end of the scale when it comes to repeated failures being good for you....

I was going to take the dog for a run this morning, but it's just not going to happen. The flesh is weak. Poor young dog, saddled with a frail and aging monkey.
Tags: falling off perfectly good rocks, jacob's ladder, with your draft or on it
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