That's how I feel on this Friday evening. No other word for it but Farumph. My limbs ache due to running 3 miles last night - why did I do that? The worst is I've volunteered for more TWICE next week - that will be another 6 miles and some more pain in my hamstrings, calves, plus muscles that I did not even know existed or even know the name of.
What you have to do for a pert bottom that resides in the usual location and not behind the old knees ;O)
Good News!! Derby is getting its very own climbing wall. Opening in late April with 20m high aspect roped climbing and 20m bouldering. Three guesses what I will be doing at lunch time every day for the next 6 months....
I must record my latest achievement at the wall: on Wednesday night I managed a V2 first attempt and then did all the moves on a V2/3 - admittedly all the moves weren't done on the same attempt but I did it nonetheless. Next time V2/3 your bouldery ass is mine!!
I know you shouldn't just look at the grades you should climb what you fancy but it's always nice to have a yard stick; even nicer is that I’m not falling off V0- left right and centre and now have the strength of a small bear as opposed to a teddy bear.
The only thing that remains to overcome is my god damn fear of heights - oh the irony.
Dare devil by night, by day she is lowered off a crag having the heebie jeebies at 23 metres imagining all kinds of horrificness, mutilation and death despite the fact I'm tied onto more ropes than Ropey the rope makers wife. Why does this happen and does anybody have any special tunes/mantras/interesting pieces of poetry or prose that I can hum in my head to take my mind off the fact that I am shitting myself?
The seven summits are on my bucket list, if I don't do something to allay the terror; I fear I may have to take up pot holing instead.
Well, that's me checking in and now checking out. Have a good weekend - I know I'm going to!
