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A week of no Toledo. I took two days entirely off, never did two workouts in a day, and a couple of the workouts I did do were really light as well. Guess what -- I learned that I can be gotten sore by pretty light things if they're things I'm not used to anymore, but, overall, it's not enough. The intermediate yoga class that used to be a fairly tough workout on Fridays now barely makes me break a sweat (though some poses still feel awkward with my differently flexible hips), and I'm worried about that. Maybe only ashtanga classes are going to feel like enough now. Or maybe another week of slacking will make the intermediate feel hard again. :-)
I did go rock climbing yesterday with Lady X and an old college acquaintance. Third time and I'm starting to figure out my place in things: at this gym I can pretty much always climb a 5.9, am likely to fall off the wall somewhere in a 5.10a, and 5.10b is really too hard for my no-training, all-instinct technique. I think the 10as are the challenge level people usually go for (is that right, climbers on my friendslist?). You want to have a failure spot or two during a climb.
I'm starting to see the mental parts of it that I don't have: being able to look at a route and see in advance where hands and feet might go, or being able to watch someone else climb a route and then remember what they did well enough to do it myself. I'm torn between thinking it'd be cool to learn more, and simply hating the way my hands get all raw and scraped-feeling every time I do this thing. That said, it did at least work my lats enough to make me happy.
The weekend also brought tons of small house-type improvements: hooks in my closet, cable ties under my desk, plastic film on my office windows,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
heisenbug's shoe rack finally off the closet floor and mounted nicely, some touch-up to the trim paint, and a new installation of Umbra "Quill" wall decor (back off, you persnickety rule-mongers, I bought them quite a while before the start of no-things period). Oh, and heisenbug hung up a painting in the bedroom too, and mounted a set of speakers. Quite impressive. Of course, some other things didn't get done due to our little binge with the power drill, but sometimes it's best to go with the thing that has momentum.
I did go rock climbing yesterday with Lady X and an old college acquaintance. Third time and I'm starting to figure out my place in things: at this gym I can pretty much always climb a 5.9, am likely to fall off the wall somewhere in a 5.10a, and 5.10b is really too hard for my no-training, all-instinct technique. I think the 10as are the challenge level people usually go for (is that right, climbers on my friendslist?). You want to have a failure spot or two during a climb.
I'm starting to see the mental parts of it that I don't have: being able to look at a route and see in advance where hands and feet might go, or being able to watch someone else climb a route and then remember what they did well enough to do it myself. I'm torn between thinking it'd be cool to learn more, and simply hating the way my hands get all raw and scraped-feeling every time I do this thing. That said, it did at least work my lats enough to make me happy.
The weekend also brought tons of small house-type improvements: hooks in my closet, cable ties under my desk, plastic film on my office windows,
heisenbug's shoe rack finally off the closet floor and mounted nicely, some touch-up to the trim paint, and a new installation of Umbra "Quill" wall decor (back off, you persnickety rule-mongers, I bought them quite a while before the start of no-things period). Oh, and heisenbug hung up a painting in the bedroom too, and mounted a set of speakers. Quite impressive. Of course, some other things didn't get done due to our little binge with the power drill, but sometimes it's best to go with the thing that has momentum.
