Patti to me: Climbing doesn't look too promising this week. August 30th Patti: Friday lunch is out for me...but Mike might be available. Me to Patti: I'm not sweating the climbing thing; it's probably time to shake up the routine anyway... Me: I said that I wasn't sweating not climbing but knowing that Upper Limits will be closed on Monday, LOL, I'm starting to sweat it. Sept. 3rd
I have fingernails and receding calluses -- a sure sign that I needed to get back in the climbing gym. It wasn't a great outing but it wasn't bad either.
Route Tally for Sept. 8th:
People's Choice, 5.7
Scott's First, 5.8
Where's My Mind?, 5.8
Where The Beer Flows Like Wine, 5.8
Hermano?, 5.9 (Attempted four times but couldn't get over arête.)
Pacman Revival, 5.9
Side note: My barber asked me about my holiday weekend. Had to think a minute about what holiday then I recovered. I told her that I bicycled, walked, read etc.
Oh, you gotta good life; I wanna do stuff like that...It was interesting to see her perspective on what constitutes a good life especially since I've been feeling stuck lately.
Do you feel like you have a good life? Feel free to elaborate...