Climbing and pizza
May. 1st, 2013 09:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylAfter a busy and rather unsatisfactory day, with lots of flapping around and not much in the way of actual productivity, I had a nice evening of conveniently co-scheduled fun: my usual Wednesday climb followed by supper at the Waterfront.
My practice evening wasn't too bad and I did a decent number of routes without too much trouble. Looking carefully, I found a few signs of improvement: my footwork seems to be getting slightly better and I seem to be willing to take more risks and to go for a more dynamic approach. I also feel like my endurance is starting to pick up: my grip seems much improved and my forearms take much longer to fade than they did, which suggests that my little and often strategy is working.
My only real error was my decision to carry on zipping up some easy routes, trying to get to the top before my hands gave out. Taking things carelessly I managed, on a few separate occasions, to bump and/or scrape my knees on some of the more prominent holds — not generally a problem on the more difficult routes. Without the protection of trousers, I've got what promise to be a matching set of really rather epic bruises.
Finishing up, I hurried across the quay and met the others for supper. I went for a basic margharita, which took rather less time to prepare than someone else's falafel burger, and demolished it in no time, much to everyones' surprise. (I'm not sure where the calumny that I don't eat anything has come from) A good time was had by all but by the time the sun was starting to set I was reminded that shorts aren't exactly ideal May attire, especially when you're sitting around not doing anything...
My practice evening wasn't too bad and I did a decent number of routes without too much trouble. Looking carefully, I found a few signs of improvement: my footwork seems to be getting slightly better and I seem to be willing to take more risks and to go for a more dynamic approach. I also feel like my endurance is starting to pick up: my grip seems much improved and my forearms take much longer to fade than they did, which suggests that my little and often strategy is working.
My only real error was my decision to carry on zipping up some easy routes, trying to get to the top before my hands gave out. Taking things carelessly I managed, on a few separate occasions, to bump and/or scrape my knees on some of the more prominent holds — not generally a problem on the more difficult routes. Without the protection of trousers, I've got what promise to be a matching set of really rather epic bruises.
Finishing up, I hurried across the quay and met the others for supper. I went for a basic margharita, which took rather less time to prepare than someone else's falafel burger, and demolished it in no time, much to everyones' surprise. (I'm not sure where the calumny that I don't eat anything has come from) A good time was had by all but by the time the sun was starting to set I was reminded that shorts aren't exactly ideal May attire, especially when you're sitting around not doing anything...
