it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken
matociquala

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now my heart's like a blister from doing what I do

Got up this morning and took the dogge for a run before it got hot. (It's up five degrees in the last twenty-five minutes, and it's only going to get grosser. This is supposed to be the last day of icky weather for a while, though.) I'm pretty pleased--today my calves quit on the big hill, rather than my lungs. Go, lungs!

(My calves have an excuse: hiking Sunday, running and climbing Monday, climbing yesterday.)

Before that, I was out in the yard throwing the ball for the dogge and saw a female goldfinch, totally blase about my presence, picking seeds out of the sunflowers. I planted them for her and her ilk, so that was pretty nice.

Now, shower, laundry, breakfast, and another four or six pages on The White City before lunch. I have pears from the trees in the back yard and blackberries from the bushes in my mom's yard, and they are going inside me very soon now.



Honnold in Tuolumne from Tim Kemple on Vimeo.


...Yeah. You go, dude. I'll sit here and eat your eggs.

Tags: falling off perfectly good rocks, get out in the park, giant ridiculous dog
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