i currently can’t climb. not because i have 3 wounded fingers (i do) and not because my sponsor stipends have run dry (technically they can’t), but because my heart is broken. that’s right; rockclimbing broke my heart. not in the way that angelina jolie broke my heart when she wooed brad pitt away from rachel jennifer aniston. nope. in this case, rockclimbing with a viral infection made my heart muscle get all inflamed. hearts afire!
so what?
now i have to sit here and recover while all the hard new lines go down in RMNP instead of climbing soft 12’s while all the hard new lines go down in RMNP. and by sitting here i totally mean being “awesome!”.
scare quotes are intentional. sitting is never awesome.
boo hoo. at least my pulleys might heal.
-tt
It Came from the Garage 