Splenopleural fistula

Went for a bike ride today--my first since Thanksgiving. It hurt pretty much exactly as badly as you'd expect it to. i couldn't seem to break up the adhesion between my pericardium and pancreas. Did just over 12 mi at just over 15 mph. That translates roughly from math to "Soy gordo." Right-O. It's hot, it's pretty, i have no one to hang with, and a crash-pad, so i'm gunna head to Boulder Canyon and see if i can't get hopelessly lost. Then i might just come home (assuming i fail to require a search party) and start the 5-3-1 program o'er and see if i can make it stick this time. Far as i'm concerned, i've done all the squats i'm doing today.

Ther's day

Thought i'd note that i didn't get to Boulder today. Did get m' hangboards up though. Got a nice li'l workout in on those. Feels good to demand something from my fingers again. Kind of a stark setup i realize, but it's functional. One-arm hangs on the big round slopers are killer. Forearms are toasty and smouldery.  Tomorrow's gunna be a long 'un, but the weekend's a comin' bruthas. Peace to yas.

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Thought i'd post up. Maybe it'll help with the motivation. i climbed at a climbgym yesterday. Not so good. i have lost a truckload of strength, admittedly. But the gym was ... ghetto. After climbing at StoneAge for some years, poorly set routes get on my nerves. And a whole gym full of poorly set routes irks something terrible. Ticks me off when all the routes in the gym are set with tiny razor-sharp crimps, and they make the grades harder by making the footholds progressively smaller. And the vibe was just bad. And the lighting. Definitely had that some o' these routes were set in 1998 feel. Bleh. i went to Cold Creek Canyon a few days ago just to feel rock again. It was bittersweet, cuz i had no one to climb with. Did do some low traversing, and climbed to the first bolt on several routes, but it was mighty lonely. Very lonely place this time 'round.

Finally got in to the iron gym for some chest work. i've lost a li'l there too (as though i had anything to lose.) But it felt good to move. After last night's climbing experience, i really believe i haven't quite kicked whatever ailed me in Querque. i think it was a bit more than a sore throat. i've felt like squashed shadoo-doo ever since. i mean, chronic fatigue syndrome style. But i felt a li'l better today. And that was really good for my psyche.

Also bought a guidebook to Boulder Canyon bouldering, and brought my crashpad back with me. i'm hoping to get up there tomorrow for some 'sploring. That'll do good for the psyche as well, i predict. Well peace to yous. i'll try to get back in the game.

Radio Silence

Haven't had either internet or time in a while. To be fair, i haven't worked out nearly enough in the last two weeks, but i have worked out a little. i'll catch up soon. Peace.

Ran again

Did a hair over an hour on G. Mt. yesterday. Good time, but ain't hard enough for that yet. Hucking downhill trying to dodge ankle-breakers with yer heels tapping you in the sacrum... Well, i didn't fall. But i was mighty tired. Can't wait 'til that don't feel so hard anymore. Think i'll keep it up. And i gotta find a gym. Diet's actually been going fairly well.

Ran...

...fer 42 minutes on Green Mt. And that was just fine. 'm not so strong for the hills anymore, but that's just fine too. That can be remedied. Stayed pretty much 'tween the low 160s to the high 170s for a HR. Ran up to that radio tower on top. Just mighty fine. Had a li'l afterglow that stayed with me a while.

'Raddy

First day of ED today.

IT IS SO DANG GOOD TO BE BACK HERE!!!

And i'd say it went well enough. Saw a whole bunch o' pts. And some of 'em had real issues. Haven't worked out properly since i've been here. Kinda piddled with bouldering in Morrison yesterday, but it was really too hot for it. i was melting. And since every single landing there has death written on it, i didn't feel like seriously testing the rock friction. i've gotta find a gym. Went to 24hr yesterday, and they have a pool. But it's so dang gay there. You have to filter out all the stupid gay equipment to see if they have the stuff you'd actually use, and they generally don't. Only reason i'd think of it is 'cuz they have a pool. i was too dumb to bring my bike. Gonna try to remedy that at the first opp.

In other news, went up on Green Mt. to watch the fireworks, and that was really flippin' just awesome. i'm walking these trails i've walked hundreds of times, and my feet knew where to go, and i knew where the turns and dips were, and i felt sorta home. i think i'm gunna go run tomorrow before i head to work.

It is my opinion that yous should plan a trip up here while i'm here. we'll go do some climbing that doesn't suck.

Yeah. i feel like that'd rock.

And i'm having a Tommyknocker's Oaked Butthead just now (in case you were needing more of a fire lit under yer ass to get things planned).

:-D

25% done

Odd week. Just finished my Internal Med rotation. Bombed the final test, but the rotation was pretty cool notwithstanding. Workouts have been spotty. It's the deload phase at any rate. Did shoulder press monday, with pretty good results. That was my last weight workout. Climbed a few times, but that's been sketchy too: mostly been going there to read. i think i jacked up any chance of hitting that v7 with the last few days of climbing. On monday, i was piddling with that v5 i warmed up and cooled down on a few days before. Couldn't get it, so i just kept trying. After the 5th or 6th or 7th try, i managed to hurt my middle finger on a two-finger pocket on it. So i left dejected. Yesterday i went in again with low expectations. Started working a v4 pocket problem, but again i could not manage the crux. And again, i kept trying over and over and over, 'til i was wasted. But interestingly, my finger stopped hurting. So then i saw some guys working that v7, and i threw in with 'em. Got a new high point, but i didn't finish it--way too tired. And i leave for Denver in a couple o days, so i'm afraid my time is up. Might try tomorrow if i can take the fam with me. Getting a li'l anxious 'bout leaving. Too much to do, and no motivation to do any of it.