never had a lover, never knew your name
Sep. 14th, 2009 09:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hawkwing_lbI need a climbing icon. I need a lead climbing icon. (Pity I'm no use at pictures.)
After a day in which many things were accomplished, including the lifting of the personal raincloud I've been under for the last couple of weeks, I went to the gym. Not terrible running - mile in nine minutes, two miles in 21:45 - even though I was patchy and panty and discontinous.
But climbing. Ah! I ran into the short-but-built Spanish postgrad (whose name will be withheld to protect the innocent) in the foyer. Turns out he was climbing as part of a trio, and, well, they didn't miss him. So it was a good climbing night: sent a 6A and a 5, attempted to lead two 6As, including one on the fricking roof - I finished neither, but I was this close to getting around the horizontal and back onto the vertical, I tell you, this close - and crap, I'd forgotten how much it makes your forearms hurt.
There were also attempts to toprope another 6A and a 6B, but, well. Forearms. Screaming. Dying.
Good fun. Made it worth hauling two kilos of rope halfway across town and back.
After a day in which many things were accomplished, including the lifting of the personal raincloud I've been under for the last couple of weeks, I went to the gym. Not terrible running - mile in nine minutes, two miles in 21:45 - even though I was patchy and panty and discontinous.
But climbing. Ah! I ran into the short-but-built Spanish postgrad (whose name will be withheld to protect the innocent) in the foyer. Turns out he was climbing as part of a trio, and, well, they didn't miss him. So it was a good climbing night: sent a 6A and a 5, attempted to lead two 6As, including one on the fricking roof - I finished neither, but I was this close to getting around the horizontal and back onto the vertical, I tell you, this close - and crap, I'd forgotten how much it makes your forearms hurt.
There were also attempts to toprope another 6A and a 6B, but, well. Forearms. Screaming. Dying.
Good fun. Made it worth hauling two kilos of rope halfway across town and back.
