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Sep. 22nd, 2008
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and blind allegiance and foolish love
Sep. 22nd, 2008 09:40 pmAchievements:
Study: Nothing scholarly today. Probably not tomorrow, either.
Running: mile in 9.5 minutes, 12.5 minutes continuous run: 2 miles in 20 minutes, 3 miles in under 32 minutes, 4 miles in 45 minutes, and a grand total of 4.25 miles in 50 minutes.
Miles treadmilled since 10-09-08: 23.
(If you're wondering why I record my times like this, it's basically so I can keep track of where I stand, and when.)
It was a good running night. Alas, twenty minutes in a young bloke got on the treadmill beside me. It was immediately obvious that he did not believe in washing his gym clothes: he smelled of mould and old sweat and the black fungus that grows on damp peeling plaster in old locker rooms. Sadly, one cannot hold one's breath and run, not for very long, so it was not a pleasant olfactory experience thereafter.
Climbing:
There were a good bunch of people down tonight. It wasn't a bad night: I didn't send anything: I struggled again with the black 5+ and the grey 5+ (the one I sent just last week), and again scraped a fail at the last move on the orange 5.
On the other hand, improvements: the red 6a, the one where there's a hold on the roof? I got up as far as the roof, and gave a pretty good stab at trying for the next hold up. No joy this time, but that's an improvement of about four moves over the last time I tried it, and man, the roof is cool. (Freaking weird, but cool. It's a very, "Helloooo, gravity. This is just so wrong. But fun," feeling.)
Up another four moves, too, on the white 6a, the one with very bitty holds. Now all I need to do is figure out how to get both my hands on a handhold that's smaller than one alone, and smear up, and I'll be flying.
I think I've managed to figure out how to do the final move on the white 4+, too. The problem is having sufficient strength to lever myself up with just one arm, damnit.
(Climbing is like writing. Or writing is like climbing. No sooner do you figure out how to do one thing and stick it in your skill-set, you're immediately presented with another, harder puzzle.)
And Andy took his life in his hands and attempted to teach me how to lead belay, which was pretty decent of him.
All told, a good day.
Tomorrow will probably be less of a good day, seeing as I have Stuff To Do. Sigh.
It's slack of me, but I've never liked getting up before eight in the morning. Sadly, the exigencies of college life can be expected to compel me to get up before six in the morning, some days, starting from the week after next.
(I am really looking forward to those fourteen hour days. Not.)
Study: Nothing scholarly today. Probably not tomorrow, either.
Running: mile in 9.5 minutes, 12.5 minutes continuous run: 2 miles in 20 minutes, 3 miles in under 32 minutes, 4 miles in 45 minutes, and a grand total of 4.25 miles in 50 minutes.
Miles treadmilled since 10-09-08: 23.
(If you're wondering why I record my times like this, it's basically so I can keep track of where I stand, and when.)
It was a good running night. Alas, twenty minutes in a young bloke got on the treadmill beside me. It was immediately obvious that he did not believe in washing his gym clothes: he smelled of mould and old sweat and the black fungus that grows on damp peeling plaster in old locker rooms. Sadly, one cannot hold one's breath and run, not for very long, so it was not a pleasant olfactory experience thereafter.
Climbing:
There were a good bunch of people down tonight. It wasn't a bad night: I didn't send anything: I struggled again with the black 5+ and the grey 5+ (the one I sent just last week), and again scraped a fail at the last move on the orange 5.
On the other hand, improvements: the red 6a, the one where there's a hold on the roof? I got up as far as the roof, and gave a pretty good stab at trying for the next hold up. No joy this time, but that's an improvement of about four moves over the last time I tried it, and man, the roof is cool. (Freaking weird, but cool. It's a very, "Helloooo, gravity. This is just so wrong. But fun," feeling.)
Up another four moves, too, on the white 6a, the one with very bitty holds. Now all I need to do is figure out how to get both my hands on a handhold that's smaller than one alone, and smear up, and I'll be flying.
I think I've managed to figure out how to do the final move on the white 4+, too. The problem is having sufficient strength to lever myself up with just one arm, damnit.
(Climbing is like writing. Or writing is like climbing. No sooner do you figure out how to do one thing and stick it in your skill-set, you're immediately presented with another, harder puzzle.)
And Andy took his life in his hands and attempted to teach me how to lead belay, which was pretty decent of him.
All told, a good day.
Tomorrow will probably be less of a good day, seeing as I have Stuff To Do. Sigh.
It's slack of me, but I've never liked getting up before eight in the morning. Sadly, the exigencies of college life can be expected to compel me to get up before six in the morning, some days, starting from the week after next.
(I am really looking forward to those fourteen hour days. Not.)
and blind allegiance and foolish love
Sep. 22nd, 2008 09:40 pmAchievements:
Study: Nothing scholarly today. Probably not tomorrow, either.
Running: mile in 9.5 minutes, 12.5 minutes continuous run: 2 miles in 20 minutes, 3 miles in under 32 minutes, 4 miles in 45 minutes, and a grand total of 4.25 miles in 50 minutes.
Miles treadmilled since 10-09-08: 23.
(If you're wondering why I record my times like this, it's basically so I can keep track of where I stand, and when.)
It was a good running night. Alas, twenty minutes in a young bloke got on the treadmill beside me. It was immediately obvious that he did not believe in washing his gym clothes: he smelled of mould and old sweat and the black fungus that grows on damp peeling plaster in old locker rooms. Sadly, one cannot hold one's breath and run, not for very long, so it was not a pleasant olfactory experience thereafter.
Climbing:
There were a good bunch of people down tonight. It wasn't a bad night: I didn't send anything: I struggled again with the black 5+ and the grey 5+ (the one I sent just last week), and again scraped a fail at the last move on the orange 5.
On the other hand, improvements: the red 6a, the one where there's a hold on the roof? I got up as far as the roof, and gave a pretty good stab at trying for the next hold up. No joy this time, but that's an improvement of about four moves over the last time I tried it, and man, the roof is cool. (Freaking weird, but cool. It's a very, "Helloooo, gravity. This is just so wrong. But fun," feeling.)
Up another four moves, too, on the white 6a, the one with very bitty holds. Now all I need to do is figure out how to get both my hands on a handhold that's smaller than one alone, and smear up, and I'll be flying.
I think I've managed to figure out how to do the final move on the white 4+, too. The problem is having sufficient strength to lever myself up with just one arm, damnit.
(Climbing is like writing. Or writing is like climbing. No sooner do you figure out how to do one thing and stick it in your skill-set, you're immediately presented with another, harder puzzle.)
And Andy took his life in his hands and attempted to teach me how to lead belay, which was pretty decent of him.
All told, a good day.
Tomorrow will probably be less of a good day, seeing as I have Stuff To Do. Sigh.
It's slack of me, but I've never liked getting up before eight in the morning. Sadly, the exigencies of college life can be expected to compel me to get up before six in the morning, some days, starting from the week after next.
(I am really looking forward to those fourteen hour days. Not.)
Study: Nothing scholarly today. Probably not tomorrow, either.
Running: mile in 9.5 minutes, 12.5 minutes continuous run: 2 miles in 20 minutes, 3 miles in under 32 minutes, 4 miles in 45 minutes, and a grand total of 4.25 miles in 50 minutes.
Miles treadmilled since 10-09-08: 23.
(If you're wondering why I record my times like this, it's basically so I can keep track of where I stand, and when.)
It was a good running night. Alas, twenty minutes in a young bloke got on the treadmill beside me. It was immediately obvious that he did not believe in washing his gym clothes: he smelled of mould and old sweat and the black fungus that grows on damp peeling plaster in old locker rooms. Sadly, one cannot hold one's breath and run, not for very long, so it was not a pleasant olfactory experience thereafter.
Climbing:
There were a good bunch of people down tonight. It wasn't a bad night: I didn't send anything: I struggled again with the black 5+ and the grey 5+ (the one I sent just last week), and again scraped a fail at the last move on the orange 5.
On the other hand, improvements: the red 6a, the one where there's a hold on the roof? I got up as far as the roof, and gave a pretty good stab at trying for the next hold up. No joy this time, but that's an improvement of about four moves over the last time I tried it, and man, the roof is cool. (Freaking weird, but cool. It's a very, "Helloooo, gravity. This is just so wrong. But fun," feeling.)
Up another four moves, too, on the white 6a, the one with very bitty holds. Now all I need to do is figure out how to get both my hands on a handhold that's smaller than one alone, and smear up, and I'll be flying.
I think I've managed to figure out how to do the final move on the white 4+, too. The problem is having sufficient strength to lever myself up with just one arm, damnit.
(Climbing is like writing. Or writing is like climbing. No sooner do you figure out how to do one thing and stick it in your skill-set, you're immediately presented with another, harder puzzle.)
And Andy took his life in his hands and attempted to teach me how to lead belay, which was pretty decent of him.
All told, a good day.
Tomorrow will probably be less of a good day, seeing as I have Stuff To Do. Sigh.
It's slack of me, but I've never liked getting up before eight in the morning. Sadly, the exigencies of college life can be expected to compel me to get up before six in the morning, some days, starting from the week after next.
(I am really looking forward to those fourteen hour days. Not.)