The thing about rock climbing -- it will totally clear your head. The buzzing of thoughts are lost as you focus on the next hold. It is a fantastic feeling to have a "nubbin" under you toe, holding your weight on practically nothing.
With Sara only a week away from taking the Bar Exam, she's needed a bit more climbing. Anything to make it through another two hours of studying. I image she feels much like you might feel when you have your first fall. Your arms are pumped, your hands sweat rivers, a call -- "falling!" Of course, you might think lots of crazy thoughts like, "What if she can't hold the rope?"
When I took my first fall it was a bit different than I had imagined. Sara, being more than 50 pounds lighter then me, was picked up off the ground. So my fall was like the last ten feet of a roller coster. A very controlled smooth stop. And yet, every time I'm on the wall I can hardly wait to clip-in the next draw.
Tomorrow is Friday. We usually climb on Fridays. I'm not sure my arms will take another day this week -- Sunday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and now Friday. She'll probably want to climb this Sunday too.
It wouldn't be so bad, except for the twig arms of mine. Sara is like a ballerina on the wall. She is grace, beauty, and gourgeous. Me, I'm an ape. No, really. You should hear people laugh when I make a move that seems totally beyond the reach of mere mortals. Now if I could lift more than five pounds maybe I could make it to the top without hangdoggin.
Climb on.
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um, yeah. My ironic nickname is Grace. Ballet was my ironic hobby.
What Chris doesn't mention is that he has these amazingly long arms. He can learn to climb more gracefully, he'll get stronger in time, but me? I'm never going to grow a crop of arms like that...
Also, he didn't tell you that he was called away while writing that entry to clean up cat barf... what a good man.
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