Yesterday was my second day (or third?) back climbing, and I am beginning to get the feel of it back. The problem, of course, is that I now "know" how to climb a route, but I can't complete most of them because I am not strong enough. Not cool. Not cool at all.
On the other hand, it is gratifying to watch Sri climb, since she has made so much progress.
I don't have an adjective for yesterday's other developments at the gym.
One feature of climbing is the friendliness of climbers, especially toward other climbers. So yesterday we were climbing for over three hours, off and on, with an equal number of guys who were alternately coaching and spotting us. It was all very friendly, when you consider spotting often involves grabbing the climber's ass as he (or she) falls.
After we were all good and tired, we went out for tacos and made plans to climb in the Gunks next weekend.
How long do you all think it will take before this all goes from innocent good clean fun to someone running off into the woods to make out with one of those boys?
Not long, I say. And while I am glad we have new climbing friends, I hope - while not really hoping - that no drama comes of this development.
Oh and my hands really hurt. And I am really sore. And I have less than 90 days to get back in shape.