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Still haven't had the time nor energy to update the Scotland trip. Maybe when I write my share of the report, I 'll just post it then.
The ceremony came and went; it was an 8 hour ordeal. What contributed even more to my crabbiness were those bloody high heels, which were killing my feet. I'm glad the ceremony's over.
In my parent's line of work, mortality's constantly staring right into your face. Seems like they're always the first few to know if so-and-so is ill. I hope that the family friend will recover from his illness. I really and fervently hope so.
Plus I just finished "Into Thin Air" which was an account of the 1996 Everest disaster. A rather slanted, biased view where the author sounds a bit of a snob throughout most of the book, and finally sounds more human towards the end. But still, he didn't leave a particularly good impression on me. Most of the sports autobiographies and mountaineering books I read leave me inspired and I have some form of respect towards the author, but this less so than others. I appreciate the difficulties one has to surmount in undertaking such an ambitious endeavour in a totally unhospitable environment, yet... I don't know. Perhaps it's the cold, over-dissection of the events, and the over-speculation on what he didn't really know about.
As stress release from the last few days, I went climbing today. The weather has been sweltering over the last few days and it was even more so in the climbing gym today. Bodies glistening with sweat everywhere. When the "thunderstorm" started, everyone there cheered. I'm especially exhausted today because I've never done so many hard climbs in a day. Typically, the majority of climbs I do are within my average climbing range, whereby I'd attempt a few climbs graded at the top-end of my ability. However, today's climbs(not chosen by me) were mostly (like 80%) my top-end graded climbs which was absolutely knackering. Probably 8-9 hard climbs done over 3.5 hours without a break; with a few easier ones (my average) for warm-up and warm-down. Towards the end, I'd lost all strength in my fingers and arms and looked utterly spent after being lowered down (during the last few climbs).
I'm going to bring 5 novices climbing this Sunday.. *shudder* I need back-up! Wish D wasn't busy, otherwise he'd provide the back-up I need this Sunday.
The ceremony came and went; it was an 8 hour ordeal. What contributed even more to my crabbiness were those bloody high heels, which were killing my feet. I'm glad the ceremony's over.
In my parent's line of work, mortality's constantly staring right into your face. Seems like they're always the first few to know if so-and-so is ill. I hope that the family friend will recover from his illness. I really and fervently hope so.
Plus I just finished "Into Thin Air" which was an account of the 1996 Everest disaster. A rather slanted, biased view where the author sounds a bit of a snob throughout most of the book, and finally sounds more human towards the end. But still, he didn't leave a particularly good impression on me. Most of the sports autobiographies and mountaineering books I read leave me inspired and I have some form of respect towards the author, but this less so than others. I appreciate the difficulties one has to surmount in undertaking such an ambitious endeavour in a totally unhospitable environment, yet... I don't know. Perhaps it's the cold, over-dissection of the events, and the over-speculation on what he didn't really know about.
As stress release from the last few days, I went climbing today. The weather has been sweltering over the last few days and it was even more so in the climbing gym today. Bodies glistening with sweat everywhere. When the "thunderstorm" started, everyone there cheered. I'm especially exhausted today because I've never done so many hard climbs in a day. Typically, the majority of climbs I do are within my average climbing range, whereby I'd attempt a few climbs graded at the top-end of my ability. However, today's climbs(not chosen by me) were mostly (like 80%) my top-end graded climbs which was absolutely knackering. Probably 8-9 hard climbs done over 3.5 hours without a break; with a few easier ones (my average) for warm-up and warm-down. Towards the end, I'd lost all strength in my fingers and arms and looked utterly spent after being lowered down (during the last few climbs).
I'm going to bring 5 novices climbing this Sunday.. *shudder* I need back-up! Wish D wasn't busy, otherwise he'd provide the back-up I need this Sunday.