Ouch ouch
I just got into rock climbing about 2 weeks ago and I've been climbing about 2-3 times a week, depending on how sore my forearms are. There are so many different styles of climbing, it's so intriguing. Personally, I LOVE bouldering. Bouldering problems can be solved in a few, sometimes 4-5 moves but often times, they require a lot of thought, technique, guts and who am I kidding, you need a ton of bull strength too. OK let's cut to the chase. I've been enjoying all my climbs the last two weeks except last night. Don't get me wrong. It was downright satisying. I solved a few V0 problems. Yah I know I suck but Give me a break. I just started 2 weeks ago and I'm your typical skinny fat Asian Chick.
But today, this morning, and last night after the indoor bouldering session, I have to say I'm now a serious boulderer because I have battle scars to show. I got my first 4 flappers trying to solve those boulder problems. I remember reading some rock climbing blogs about how those damn suckers hurt. Guess what! They F@$KING hurt! I can't soap up, I can't even bear to wash my hands. I'm useless. Driving my car this morning was a major pain in the ass. I couldn't quite grip the steering wheel coz my forearms are starting to get sore, my finger tips are sensitive to touch. I can't even bare to be hugged today. Just leave me alone so I can be at work, resting my tired body and thinking about when I can climb again.
This is a serious addiction! I even gave up drinking alcohol. Can you believe that? Now I'm at work, scouring the internet for some tips on how to climb with broken blisters. I think I truly understand the meaning of sadomasachist. What's wrong with me. Why does something that feel so right and good be that bad?
But today, this morning, and last night after the indoor bouldering session, I have to say I'm now a serious boulderer because I have battle scars to show. I got my first 4 flappers trying to solve those boulder problems. I remember reading some rock climbing blogs about how those damn suckers hurt. Guess what! They F@$KING hurt! I can't soap up, I can't even bear to wash my hands. I'm useless. Driving my car this morning was a major pain in the ass. I couldn't quite grip the steering wheel coz my forearms are starting to get sore, my finger tips are sensitive to touch. I can't even bare to be hugged today. Just leave me alone so I can be at work, resting my tired body and thinking about when I can climb again.
This is a serious addiction! I even gave up drinking alcohol. Can you believe that? Now I'm at work, scouring the internet for some tips on how to climb with broken blisters. I think I truly understand the meaning of sadomasachist. What's wrong with me. Why does something that feel so right and good be that bad?