so, the day of recovery was lovely.
climbing at 11, went fantastic. The hobbit designed a route on the wall specifically for me (others tried it, but he did it for me, and insisted that i be the first attempt.) to fail.
I didnt fail. took me 4 or 5 tries to get off the ground, but after i thought about it for a nanosecond i was up and scurrying. a precarious moment near the top when i lost my footing, but thanks to all those pullups, i hung on until i could steady myself. when i regained my footing and got to the next hold, i realized that it was still a ways (everything looks farther near the end) to the “easy” button. so i went for a reach, pulled myself up to the top, holding onto the 2x6’s the wall is bolted to and punched the hell out of the “easy” button. then, i held on for another second, and turned around to make sure the hobbit didnt miss anything.
after i told him to go fuck himself, the left leg of my harness came unsnapped and i dropped 6 inches. i demanded to be lowered with a quickness, which seemed silly to the others, until i got to the ground and they realized why.
it was at this point he told me that he designed the climb for me to fail, and that he’ll really have to think to be able to come up with something to challenge me for the rest of the quarter.
he’s been climbing for 29 years, and i took that as an incredible compliment. (ps. he was a swimmer, and slated to compete in the 1980 Olympics, before the US decided to boycott. thats why he started climbing.)
oh, and that “easy” button… it mocks you. when you press it, it says, “WHOA. that was easy!” and i definitely left some of my DNA on the wall when i lost my grip trying to get off the ground… skinned the shit outta my knuckles. I look like a streetfighter, at least in the hands. I’ll post a pic tomorrow.
the massage was lovely, all 100 minutes of it… which was followed by a super gyro, baklava, and a chicken quesadilla.
then, watched half a movie in the hobbits office, and came home to laundry, dishes, and vacuuming.
fuzzy pants, round 2.