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March 2017



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coming in from third shift smell like a waitress

Best climbing night ever, more or less. There's a new nice little flaggy 5.7- or so that's all just elegant and flowing, which I liked so much I climbed it twice as a warmup, and then after that I sent my project 5.8 on the skywall. Yeah baby. (buymeaclue, the one I was sailing off of so spectacularly on Sunday.) There was falling, and dogging on the rope, and it is so overhung that The Jeff had to tow me back up to it with a second top rope, but--

Well, I had told myself I was getting two holds higher than I did before, which was four holds higher than I got on Sunday, and then I managed that and felt good, so I got one more higher, and tried for the next and came off--but by then I could see how to get to the hold after that, so I got towed back to the wall and made it up a few more--reader, I used a heel-hook, and it worked--first time in my climbing career--and then came off again. And got back on and came off one more time but by then I was one hold from the top and I was going to finish it if it killed me.

It didn't kill me. Clipping the quickdraw on the way down, on the other hand, very nearly did. I was amazed at how strong and balanced I felt for parts of the climb, and how easily I made some moves that felt absolutely terrifying.

By then, I had given myself a coughing fit from the sheer anaerobic output required, which persisted (off and on) until I got some hand got some mint tea with honey in me.

But I did also climb a new 5.9 (balancy, on an arrete, and I was actually quite surprised at how secure some of the very sketchy moves felt), and then I climbed and downclimbed an old standby 5.6 and finished off on another easy one on the skywall.

I am totally psyched. I feel like I may have actually learned something. Maybe I am finally starting to learn to climb.

With a little luck, I'll be able to drop some weight this winter, which will make those pesky overhangs much, much less miserable. (It's amazing how much you can feel any given five pounds when you are hauling it up twenty feet of overhang.)

Also, two cute boys hugged me as I was leaving. All in all, a banner day.




I have yet to try climbing, but I have had a good day, too. (Finally found a hardcover of A Companion to Wolves, which I love ever so very much--it is on my list of top ten favourite books!)
Thank you very much.

I'm kind of fond of it too.
Oh, you are very welcome! Such a wonderful book. I love that it's so different from pretty much any other "companion animal book" I've ever read. More...real, if that makes sense. It answers questions I've always had when reading such books, and has a wonderful plot and delightful characters. Definitely a world I'd like to spend more time in!
Well, that was our goal exactly. *g* So yay!

There's a sequel scheduled for 2011. *g*
Oh, you just made my week with that bit of news!
Now we just have to write the last two thirds of it. *g*
Makes sense. Don't rush it on my account!
Well. There is this deadline....
True. You might want to take said deadline into account, I suppose.
Way to go!

And next time, you can show us pictures! :P

(Today I go back to the gym and try to make sure my climbing muscles don't atrophy before climbing actually opens again. Ah, well. That's the price we pay for letting people have a civilised amount of time off.)