I woke up sore this morning. Really sore. From what? Not climbing. I know it sounds counterintuitive, but it’s true. I don’t know if it’s just an osteoarthritis thing or if this happens to everybody, but I have to keep moving or I lose the ability to do so. As in, if I take a day off and I’m sore from climbing, that’s a good kind of sore. If I take a second day off, though, I hurt so bad that I can hardly stand it, even with my prescription joint pain medication and some Extra Strength Tylenol (yes, my doctor recommended it). Today is the day after the “good soreness” day. I definitely need to go climbing today for my mental health, too!!! Ideally, I would climb all but one day a week and that would be my rest day. The climbing gym is closed for setting on Mondays, so that would be my rest day. Things keep intruding on my routine, though, to the point where I haven’t been able to have a routine in a couple of months, and it’s really taken a toll on me. I need to be able to have my routine with my climbing time every day. I need to be in control of my time, not everybody else!!! My mental health has suffered greatly from this lack of daily climbing time, and I don’t like it. I had a routine established, and a lot has happened since that time, but I want to establish a new routine that includes climbing every day (varying what I do, but still climbing) so that I can be happy again. I need climbing!!! Technically, it’s my job, because my doctor prescribed it as therapy, and therapy for PTSD is my job right now. Doctor’s orders – I have to climb. I need him to write that on a prescription pad so that I can carry it around with me and show it to people who don’t think that my pursuits are worthwhile. I can just see their faces when I pull out a script from my doctor that says I have to climb daily on it! I think I’ll ask him for one. It’s legitimate and there’s no reason that people should judge me negatively for climbing. It keeps me healthy physically and mentally (spiritually, too).
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.