Belay that!
Oct. 2nd, 2003 01:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kickahaWent climbing again tonight... quite the bit o' fun.
Although I *did* learn a new definition for 'embarassment'... was heading up the easiest route on the face (5.5), hit a point where I had obviously skipped a crucial hold and the next one was a real stretch with my left leg. So I went for it. Hiked my foot up to my waist, and out, caught the lip, worked the ball over and on, and pushed like mad to reach up with my right hand for the next grip.
I immediately went kicking off into space. My belay guide was trying to give me pointers on where to relatch, while I'm saying "Down!" "Down?" "DOWN!" "Okay, put both your legs out straight, and... *both* your legs... no *BOTH*..." "Will you just let me the f*ck down?!?"
I hit the ground, start hopping on my right leg, and he says "What in the world?"
"I HAVE AN ASS CRAMP!"
"Dude, dude, dude... next time, grab your *calf* or something, would ya?"
I turn around, and there are half a dozen folks laughing their butts off at me.
Other than *that* little incident, the session was great. I can already feel a difference in my biceps, lats, and calves. A few months of this, maybe some weights, and I'll look like I belong there. There wasn't an unattractive climber there tonight. Men, women, all were toned, and athletic. Other than that, all body styles were accounted for... but the *motion*...
These guys would be slightly built, nicely toned, nothing spectacular. Then they'd reach up, grab a new hold, and *pull*... and you could see every muscle fiber and sinew from their fingertips to their spine. It was amazing.
Although I *did* learn a new definition for 'embarassment'... was heading up the easiest route on the face (5.5), hit a point where I had obviously skipped a crucial hold and the next one was a real stretch with my left leg. So I went for it. Hiked my foot up to my waist, and out, caught the lip, worked the ball over and on, and pushed like mad to reach up with my right hand for the next grip.
I immediately went kicking off into space. My belay guide was trying to give me pointers on where to relatch, while I'm saying "Down!" "Down?" "DOWN!" "Okay, put both your legs out straight, and... *both* your legs... no *BOTH*..." "Will you just let me the f*ck down?!?"
I hit the ground, start hopping on my right leg, and he says "What in the world?"
"I HAVE AN ASS CRAMP!"
"Dude, dude, dude... next time, grab your *calf* or something, would ya?"
I turn around, and there are half a dozen folks laughing their butts off at me.
Other than *that* little incident, the session was great. I can already feel a difference in my biceps, lats, and calves. A few months of this, maybe some weights, and I'll look like I belong there. There wasn't an unattractive climber there tonight. Men, women, all were toned, and athletic. Other than that, all body styles were accounted for... but the *motion*...
These guys would be slightly built, nicely toned, nothing spectacular. Then they'd reach up, grab a new hold, and *pull*... and you could see every muscle fiber and sinew from their fingertips to their spine. It was amazing.
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So have I.
Date: 2003-10-02 11:24 pm (UTC)Unfortunately, I can't take guests. :/