Toward Camelot by the service road.

I went bouldering tonight after mostly hangboarding for, like, weeks, between the holidays and work travel and family obligations...and daaaaang ok the hangboard works. Even though I don't feel like I've been "working out" as such, or doing anything very hard (I hung it over the door to my laundry room about six months ago and I mostly just try to hang off it when I walk past it, which means a lot on laundry days/weekends and maybe two or three times a day on workdays).

Like, I finally stopped climbing because I had a leg cramp, not because my arms were noodly...and when I got downstairs to the locker room and looked at the clock I realized I'd been climbing for at least 90 minutes.

I used to be good for about 45 minutes to an hour before I got pooped. So that's...a noticeable difference. Like, really noticeable. My hands are a little tired but nothing bad.

Also I was getting my foot over my hip and shifting my weight up on it, which was just not happening for me last time I was there. Well, mostly. After a while that was where the leg cramp came in but hey.

Got up all the easy stuff (V0-V3), with one exception, and worked the beginning and end of a V4 problem but couldn't even see how to connect the two (when my best answer is "grow longer legs" there's obvs something I'm missing). I couldn't deal with one of the easy problems because it ended up next to the ceiling, and my hindbrain was busy going I don't care if it's a nice big hold you're something like twelve feet off the ground right now fuuuuuuuck thiiiiiiis and I was like shut up brain and my brain was like nooooo, that's not a thing I doooooo and I was like okay then you have to go in the cave and try that V4 and also the one where you have to palm that big round hold, lean back, and pick up the next one around the edge of the overhang, because this is ridiculous, brain.

In other words, I had fun.