Last night I went to the rock gym with Betsy, Buzz, Fred, Nick, and Steph. I’d been to this rock gym before, but couldn’t remember how long it had been. When I got my name sticker, I discovered that I last visited on June 6, 1998. Five freaking years ago. Geez. So it was a rough night, and this morning my arms still feel all wiggly and weak. Dang.
In any case, it was a lot of fun, and I plan on joining the group regularly for Monday night climbing sessions. I gotta get better, as last night even Betsy was showing me up by climbing harder routes than I could manage. 😉 Buzz was kicking my butt too, but that doesn’t count, seeing as how Buzz has the upper body strengh of 5 of me put together.
See, me, I have absolutely zero upper body strength. I can’t even do a single chin-up. And as if to rub it in, Joe (the guy who was working the desk last night) heard me comment on this, and responded by doing multiple chin-ups from various locations such as the door frame, and hanging from a tiny little grip by two fingers. Then he did a one-armed push-up on the floor. Bastard. (Though Buzz totally showed him up by doing a one-armed pushup with one arm, then immediately switching and doing another with the other arm. Buzz rules. I would be scared to meet her in a dark alley.)
Anyway. At least I have something to work on. The most difficult route I climbed last night was a 5.8, which is really not hard at all, and makes me sound like a huge wuss. Next week I hope to finish a 5.9. We shall see.
Oh, my aching arms. This is almost as bad as the day after surfing. 🙂
