I went to the climbing gym today and got on the stationary bike for 20 minutes. I was exhausted at the end of those 20 minutes! Pleurisy is no fun. I planned on bouldering, but it didn’t happen. I was cold, exhausted, and feeling a lot of anxiety from the Saturday afternoon crowd that was at the gym. There were a lot of people everywhere. No area was without a crowd. I waited for it to thin out, but it never did. So I didn’t climb today. At least I got some training in. That’s not nothing! I’m at home now, freezing and unsure of what to do about that. I’m really, really cold. I have five layers on, and I’m still chilled!!! I’ve even got my polar fleece beanie on!!! I’m tired of being cold and I’m tired of being sick. I’m already going to have to pretty much start over as far as my strength and progress in climbing goes, after this extended illness. My calluses are peeling off, layer by layer. I just had supper and I feel like I should just go to bed! It’s too early to take my night meds, though. I want to wait at least another half an hour before I take those. I wanted to break in my new climbing shoes today! Didn’t happen. I was too cold. When I’m cold, the last thing I want to do is take my shoes and socks off, unless my feet are cold, in which case, I want to take my shoes and socks off and get under a warm blanket in bed to warm up for a while. I think that’s what I should do right now, with all five layers on!!! I’m seriously thinking about it. I don’t know what else to do, exactly.
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.
CLIMBING 4 THE REST OF US 