At the climbing wall this evening. Chalk from my fingers infiltrating my PDA, each letter taking three attempts to write – my tendons sluggish from the lactic acid pouring into my forearms. A single missing trainer/sneaker/pump/dap1 meant I had to retreat to the resin rockface instead of my usual Thursday night trip to the Fencing Club.
For those interested in details, Crystal Leisure Centre in Stourbridge has a small climbing wall that’s good for bouldering. It’s £2.70 to get in and they’re open till 11pm. The wall has a good overhanging roof which, sadly, is now beyond my strength or skill. I like to stare at it and reminisce.
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