After yesterday’s climbing session, I felt very excited. Today, though, I felt the full soreness of not having climbed that hard in quite some time. I had the stiffness in my knee and the stiffness in my left wrist and thumb that cautioned me to take a day off. I still think that I should’ve gone climbing today, anyway, though. I love climbing. It’s my passion. It keeps me alive. Literally. It’s my distress tolerance method. It keeps the demons of PTSD at bay. It’s a life-saving act for me. I’m definitely going climbing tomorrow.
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.