Luke took me to Sport Rock on Monday evening for some climbing. I can count the number of times I've climbed on one hand (4 fingers, to be exact), but I feel like I'm getting the hang of it. And yesterday I woke up thinking about the 5.9 route that I was almost able to do without messing it up. I kind of can't wait to get back up there and conquer it. I'm being sucked into this sport that leaves me aching and bruised and tired and inexplicably drooling for more!
Now please excuse me a moment while I address my arms:
Dear Arms,
It's Thursday. We went climbing on Monday. MONDAY! I'm begging your forgiveness. All I want is to be able to pick up my coffee cup without feeling like a soldering iron is running through my deltoids. Please have mercy.
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