you'll be saluting at the stars

[hawkwing_lb]

Achievements:

Study: Alas. No.

Running: Alas. No. All the people - dreadful people - had filled up the gym, and many of them were walking on the treadmills. Walking! I ask you, is that right?

Probably just as well, even with the ankle support, to give it another day or so.

Climbing:

Oh, climbing. There was much triumph, and five good people down there with me. I conquered the black 5+, the one I've been failing on the overhang. Improved the bitty white 6a#1 - after much trying - the blue 5+, and the red 5+ - which, once you get it started, appears to be quite decent, but my arms gave out on the overhang, because it was the second-last route I tried.

Tried my white 6a#2 again, and can see but not quite do the next move, and started a new route, white 6a#3, which may well be a 6b, and involves some jumping. The white 4+ continues to annoy me with its final move, and I bloodied my fingers trying for the last move on the orange 5. I would have got it, too, except the damn rope got in my way.

Hey, I'm getting better at this. Isn't that weird?

Michael - another good bloke - tried to teach me actual lead climbing, before I left. But it was dark enough by then - the lighting in the gym is really kind of shitty - that I couldn't really see what I was doing with the clips.

(And damn, but it's distracting when a boy climber is getting changed behind you. Especially when the shirt comes off. I'm not that shallow, really - but damn, that boy is built.)

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The only good thing about sitting on a stand during Freshers' Week is that there's good craic. Especially with the archaeology society. Seriously. I've reached the conclusion that archaeologists are the nicest bunch of drunks, freaks, and weirdos you could ever hope to meet.

(We managed both to make friends with the gamers society at the next table, and to freak them out with our slogan-shouting. We're all about the dead people really belongs on a t-shirt.)

Comments

[davefreer.livejournal.com]

(grin) every time I read of the climbing progress I think with quiet pride 'I TOLD her to get those boots'. So I did one thing right. And 10/10 to Michael for the lead climbing. I really think it'll help with a lot of aspects both of climbing and life, because it's really an immediate affirmation (besides a lot of adrenalin!) of being in control and being capable. And I am really jealous of your schedule.

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

The shoes have made a difference. Of course, climbing three times a week has made an even bigger one. :)

I'll definitely trying leading again. But perhaps in better light.

And I like my schedule too. Of course, it'll still work out at twelve- or fourteen-hour days, but no five-forty-five starts! Joy!

[desperance.livejournal.com]

(And damn, but it's distracting when a boy climber is getting changed behind you. Especially when the shirt comes off. I'm not that shallow, really - but damn, that boy is built.)

Oh, go on. Be that shallow. G'wan. I need company, down here at the shallow end...

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

Oh, climbers. It's hard not to stop and admire, especially when you know that they're also good people, too. :)