Rock climbing is a religious experience. Why? The only thing coming out of my mouth post-climbing was an Oh My God chant.
There was some weird intensity going through my arms. Even though I know that I need to keep straight arms while climbing, it's a whole different affair when I hit the wall.
Without delay, I popped in a DVD and selected the stretch portion of 10 Minute Solution: Tone Trouble Zones! After tearing myself down, I like to put myself back together with stretching and Epsom Salt.
While I was climbing, there was this Korean woman who looked like she was an AP photographer or something. She was documenting the experience for her sons. As I untied from a rope, she patted me on the back and told me nice hobby. Cute gesture. I told her that she had a nice hobby too since she had a serious telephoto lens on her camera. Korean mama had such a friendly face underneath some rather tall hair that reminded me of The Supremes.
I struggled, inexplicably, with the easier routes. Patti pulled the psychological card. My struggle with the 5.6's was probably part mental and part stair/hill workout yesterday.
Truxton or Bust, 5.6
Bright Idea, 5.8
Face Plant, 5.8
Unidentified, 5.7 (near Sol)
Unidentified, 5.7 (near Gym...)
Rainbow Bright, 5.8
Unidentified, 5.6 (warm-down; down climbed as well)
Note to self: Straight arms, girl. Straight arms.