Went bouldering tonight; climbing outside for the first time since October. (!)

What’s remarkable is how well I did. Over a decade of practice keeps the technique at the top of the bag, finger power and skin thickness had to be pulled out of the bottom and dusted off thoroughly. I even managed to get up a few things, but after an hour my fingers were done.

Climbing, and especially bouldering alone in the woods on a cool and windy day, is a great meditative contrast to the constant motion and attention to detail that makes up running or riding. Plus I like it, and want to be semi-competent when we pass through Bishop and the Sierra this fall.
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Afterwards, I had to make some meatballs. No pics, cuz they’re all gone. I also partook, for the second evening in a row, in a few innings of MLB on TV. It’s been a loong while, since I was a tiny kid watching the Reds win the world series in the late 80’s. Interesting. Interesting how profoundly unathletic so many of the players are, odd how strange the game itself is (like Twizzlers: who thinks this shit up?), and odd how easily it sucks me in. Baseball was the one sport involving a ball I wasn’t complete crap at, so there’s some nostalgia at work. But not enough to get me to join the softball team at work.