Had a tiny parcel of time to extirpate yesterday after class, so i wandered in to the climbin' gym. i'm gun' go ahead and chalk that one up to a case study on the effects of being wiped-out tired. Hands, interestingly, felt pretty good after doing nothing at all with 'em for nigh on a week, but the rest of the flesh was weak. Capped the workout off with an attempted ankle wrenching. Funniest thing: i ran up this v2 just to say i'd climbed something, and it was really pretty high. i'm hanging from the finish hold, looked down, and consciously told myself to pay attention and not twist my ankle; i dropped, and twisted my ankle pretty much on cue. Don't think it was too bad--it didn't swell like a grapefruit or make me cry, or anything nearly as embarrassing as that--but it does still hurt today.
Didn't do my irongym workout for this week yet. Bums me, but i just haven't felt up to it. Ah well: it was awfully good to see you guys this weekend. i'll take some late nighters anytime for some fellowship.
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No doubt. Good times. But actually, I don't think we ever made it past midnight. We're getting old.
OH, and quit trying to land on your toes. Bad form.
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