Marco, route setter and trainer: So Nina's back.
Curly, lead climber: Yeah.
Marco: how long was she gone, you think?
Curly: too long, apparently. She's wrecked.
Curly: (laughing) I heard her bitching to Sri that her fingers hurt.
Curly: Yeah, well she lost all her conditioning. She's like a baby all over again.
Marco: Anyone know where she's been?
Curly: Something about being busy or something.
Marco: Well she looks like shit. She's going to have to turn it up if she wants to summit Kili.
Curly: I imagine she will. No choice, really.
Marco: Sri looks great.
Curly: Yeah. Nina brought her here totally green about a year ago and now she can kick Nina's ass.
Marco: Bet it pisses her off.
Curly: (laughing) Then you don't know Nina. She could care less. Happy for her, I imagine.
First of all, I only overheard the first half of that conversation. Sri overheard the second. And you would think, wouldn't you? that it stings.
It doesn't sting.
And anyway, it's all true. I re-suck at climbing, Sri can kick my ass, and I am happy for her. And I am going to have to turn it up the ELEVEN if I think I am going to be able to climb Kili or any other damn thing this summer.
So starting now, if you catch me on email or IM or my new nemesis, Gchat, please tell me to put down the whiskey, step away from the computer, and go run some stairs. I have a little more than 90 days and I need every single one of them.
Thursday is a long day. I hope yours is good.