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hawkwing_lbTriumph! First draft essay done, at 2,300 words. That's a weight off my mind. Only two pieces of work to do in the next two weeks, now.
Climbing: did three routes I've done before, and did them if not straight, at least with only one pause apiece. Attempted three routes I've tried before: failed of them, though not utterly pathetically. Belayed a few new climbers and began learning how to lead climb. Lead climbing is hard. I look forward to doing more of it, and getting better. I haven't lost all my conditioning in two weeks, at least: I figure another week and a half, and I'll be back where I was before.
Did not start running again today. That will probably take place, if not tomorrow, at least next week. Tomorrow I am going to a symposium-thing in the Royal Irish Academy - a couple of lectures on Greco-Roman warfare, in the afternoon. (Technically, this symposium started tonight, but I wasn't going to skip climbing in favour of a lecture, and the morning ones tomorrow do not excite my interest sufficiently for me to crawl out of bed at the break of dawn. Does this make me weak? I suspect it does.)
Saturday, I think, I will take the day to myself and read All the Windwracked Stars.
...This is terribly banal. I wonder if I'll eventually stop writing about minutiae here. It'll be interesting to see if I still feel this way when I'm more awake and less hungry.
Climbing: did three routes I've done before, and did them if not straight, at least with only one pause apiece. Attempted three routes I've tried before: failed of them, though not utterly pathetically. Belayed a few new climbers and began learning how to lead climb. Lead climbing is hard. I look forward to doing more of it, and getting better. I haven't lost all my conditioning in two weeks, at least: I figure another week and a half, and I'll be back where I was before.
Did not start running again today. That will probably take place, if not tomorrow, at least next week. Tomorrow I am going to a symposium-thing in the Royal Irish Academy - a couple of lectures on Greco-Roman warfare, in the afternoon. (Technically, this symposium started tonight, but I wasn't going to skip climbing in favour of a lecture, and the morning ones tomorrow do not excite my interest sufficiently for me to crawl out of bed at the break of dawn. Does this make me weak? I suspect it does.)
Saturday, I think, I will take the day to myself and read All the Windwracked Stars.
...This is terribly banal. I wonder if I'll eventually stop writing about minutiae here. It'll be interesting to see if I still feel this way when I'm more awake and less hungry.
