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hawkwing_lbThe climbing wall was empty of all other climbers save for me yet again today.
It was... oddly peaceful, with only the occasional rattle of a train passing by the windows, and the rumble of traffic from the street. Although I wish they wouldn't pipe in music from the gym - but at least it's not that loud, and fairly easy to tune out.
Not very much bouldering today. Some, but I'm not that good at it and have to go for an all-routes cheating approach to get more than half a metre up. Mostly I stuck with traverses, the safe-but-challenging, gloriously intricate puzzle of going back and forth along the face of the wall, where it's more balance than strength in play.
I nearly made it most of the way along, too. There's a bit where there's a knobby hold and then a juggy one, and the footholds are all tiny, and you have to go up about eighteen inches and back down and about a metre over. (Yeah, discrepancy in my measuring brain much? I judge short distances in imperial and longer ones in metric. Weirdness, huh?) Got my toes on the hold, got my fingers around the bulbous hold all the way over, and was just in the process of trying to move my centre of balance in the right direction when I slipped off.
I played about a little on straight up walls (the gym has a Rule, in Big Red Letters, where it says you're not allowed to climb above the first clip-in point without being roped, which is, oh, call it two and a half, not three, metres off the ground?), thinking about technique, and then burst a blister bouldering (my second blister burst just now. ouch.), which really put paid to more climbing for the day. It's kind of hard to climb when one of the areas you use for balance/grip/clinging is a)sore and b)weeping blister liquid at you.
I got a small bandaid from reception before I went into the gym proper. Blisters are unfun.
Treadmill: 1.5 miles in 16 minutes. Less desperately uneven than yesterday, at least: I made my mile in 9.5 minutes, and had a solid stretch of running that felt good - five whole minutes at 7mph - at the beginning of the session.
Did my sets of weights, too. Tomorrow I think climbing and running, but no weights, since Asgard happens the day after, and I want to be warmed-up and ready without having aches in my everything, the way I do tonight.
I should pack tonight, too, or mostly. Saves running around like a headless thing tomorrow.
It looks like the forecast is for Rain, Grey Skies, Showers, and Rain. I should probably pack the extra rain-jacket, no?
Tired now. I almost think there was something else I wanted to say, but, you know. Tired. Also, squeeful bouncing is not always polite.
It was... oddly peaceful, with only the occasional rattle of a train passing by the windows, and the rumble of traffic from the street. Although I wish they wouldn't pipe in music from the gym - but at least it's not that loud, and fairly easy to tune out.
Not very much bouldering today. Some, but I'm not that good at it and have to go for an all-routes cheating approach to get more than half a metre up. Mostly I stuck with traverses, the safe-but-challenging, gloriously intricate puzzle of going back and forth along the face of the wall, where it's more balance than strength in play.
I nearly made it most of the way along, too. There's a bit where there's a knobby hold and then a juggy one, and the footholds are all tiny, and you have to go up about eighteen inches and back down and about a metre over. (Yeah, discrepancy in my measuring brain much? I judge short distances in imperial and longer ones in metric. Weirdness, huh?) Got my toes on the hold, got my fingers around the bulbous hold all the way over, and was just in the process of trying to move my centre of balance in the right direction when I slipped off.
I played about a little on straight up walls (the gym has a Rule, in Big Red Letters, where it says you're not allowed to climb above the first clip-in point without being roped, which is, oh, call it two and a half, not three, metres off the ground?), thinking about technique, and then burst a blister bouldering (my second blister burst just now. ouch.), which really put paid to more climbing for the day. It's kind of hard to climb when one of the areas you use for balance/grip/clinging is a)sore and b)weeping blister liquid at you.
I got a small bandaid from reception before I went into the gym proper. Blisters are unfun.
Treadmill: 1.5 miles in 16 minutes. Less desperately uneven than yesterday, at least: I made my mile in 9.5 minutes, and had a solid stretch of running that felt good - five whole minutes at 7mph - at the beginning of the session.
Did my sets of weights, too. Tomorrow I think climbing and running, but no weights, since Asgard happens the day after, and I want to be warmed-up and ready without having aches in my everything, the way I do tonight.
I should pack tonight, too, or mostly. Saves running around like a headless thing tomorrow.
It looks like the forecast is for Rain, Grey Skies, Showers, and Rain. I should probably pack the extra rain-jacket, no?
Tired now. I almost think there was something else I wanted to say, but, you know. Tired. Also, squeeful bouncing is not always polite.
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Date: 2008-06-18 09:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-18 04:16 pm (UTC)(Alas, forecast still says Rain.)