i am not yet enough into the swing of things to do the blow-by-blow rehash that i normally do. suffice to say, i suck. i have reverted to my worst habits, where i haul myself up every route with my arms, wearing myself out far too quickly. jim hadn’t been climbing for a couple of years either, but he is getting back into the swing of things faster than i am. he’s also a couple of inches taller than me, which is totally not fair and wrong and bad.
the guy at the front desk asked us if we’d been climbing before. in my case, he remembered me from when i used to go to the older location in franklin. it always kills me, how i’m continually making more of an impression on people than i think i am.
i’d type more, but my fingers are raw. i’ll try to fill in more of the story when i write about it again, next week.