my neck is killing me
.
no seriously killing me.
hubris and i went climbing tonight and i started out pretty cranky because they took down the 'warmup 5.8' and replaced it with a nasty 5.9. It's not that I object to a nasty 5.9, it's that I object to paying 45 dollars a month for a gym with TWO 5.8's and ONE 5.7 in it while there's about 7 untouched 5.11's laying around.
So then when I said something I basically got told that people are training now and I should expect the difficulty to go up.
Uh dudes there's a room full of routes that noone is anywhere near except during lessons AND there's piles of routes none of the so-called 'training' folks are on. So why is there a lineup for the two whole 5.8's in the gym? (Neither of which are warmup worthy btw)
Okay so I was cranky already and then there I am belaying hubris and I get out of the way of possibly falling guy to my left and get fully slammed into by falling guy behind me. Like full on back to back slam.
I wanted to die. They didn't even bother to see if I was okay. Just walked away.
So there I am with hubris two thirds of the way up a wall that is not a quick climb and I want to cry and I can hardly breathe and what can I do really but wait for the fucker to finish the route?
So he did and I dropped him and unclipped and headed for the floor to lie on and basically die. And I knew I was fucked right then I knew it but I hoped.
So I went and did laps on the only 5.7 in the place. Real laps, up and down and I got almost down the third time and did something stupid with my feet and fell. I thought for a while that maybe, just maybe, I had managed to work out whatever that ass did to me.
But no.
I did work out the back for sure but my neck is so sore. Not only is it sore but it's sore in THAT spot. The one that hurt for like two years. The one that still isn't better.
Not only did the fucker fully slam into me (and dude if you're falling off a route that hard low enough to kill someone belaying on another wall you're NOT supposed to climb that route) but he managed to whiplash me.
I did climb for the rest of the night in the vain hope that I could keep my back from stiffening up but it doesn't seem to have worked so my back and I are going to bed and trying to be warm.
What I would not give for some pot right now.
no seriously killing me.
hubris and i went climbing tonight and i started out pretty cranky because they took down the 'warmup 5.8' and replaced it with a nasty 5.9. It's not that I object to a nasty 5.9, it's that I object to paying 45 dollars a month for a gym with TWO 5.8's and ONE 5.7 in it while there's about 7 untouched 5.11's laying around.
So then when I said something I basically got told that people are training now and I should expect the difficulty to go up.
Uh dudes there's a room full of routes that noone is anywhere near except during lessons AND there's piles of routes none of the so-called 'training' folks are on. So why is there a lineup for the two whole 5.8's in the gym? (Neither of which are warmup worthy btw)
Okay so I was cranky already and then there I am belaying hubris and I get out of the way of possibly falling guy to my left and get fully slammed into by falling guy behind me. Like full on back to back slam.
I wanted to die. They didn't even bother to see if I was okay. Just walked away.
So there I am with hubris two thirds of the way up a wall that is not a quick climb and I want to cry and I can hardly breathe and what can I do really but wait for the fucker to finish the route?
So he did and I dropped him and unclipped and headed for the floor to lie on and basically die. And I knew I was fucked right then I knew it but I hoped.
So I went and did laps on the only 5.7 in the place. Real laps, up and down and I got almost down the third time and did something stupid with my feet and fell. I thought for a while that maybe, just maybe, I had managed to work out whatever that ass did to me.
But no.
I did work out the back for sure but my neck is so sore. Not only is it sore but it's sore in THAT spot. The one that hurt for like two years. The one that still isn't better.
Not only did the fucker fully slam into me (and dude if you're falling off a route that hard low enough to kill someone belaying on another wall you're NOT supposed to climb that route) but he managed to whiplash me.
I did climb for the rest of the night in the vain hope that I could keep my back from stiffening up but it doesn't seem to have worked so my back and I are going to bed and trying to be warm.
What I would not give for some pot right now.
posted by sassinak | 12:52 AM
9 Comments:
red wine will help. i suggest a few glasses of a robust cabernet. yep.
You have no idea how much I admire your strength and resilience. Maybe once this crazy crazy dissertation stuff is over I will find a sport I am so totally into that even a slam on my back will not deter me.
Hope the pain goes away quickly. I'd be abusing the IcyHot right now.
-N
I second Doz's idea and also send you warm huggles...
Feel better Sass... pop some 222's or something in the meantime.
or vicoprofen. You lucky canadians....
*smooches*
damm i *heart* you guys :)
i slept for ten hours which helped enormously and now i have to go teach pilates with a seized up back.
irony is that it's the pilates that will fix me.
still and all, I WANT SOME POT!
I do have some tylenol 3s but i don't think i can teach with them.
nat: thing is, if i stopped then i'd be in three times as much pain right now. even funnier, i so don't feel strong and resilient, i feel whiny and achy!
the ontario weed is pretty good too... in fact i've never found bc bud to be better...
there was pot at the poker game.
I didn't indulge ... no smokin' nuthin' ... bleah
i couldn't smoke joints for months after a quit tobacco so i used a pipe :)
i also never touch a joint with tobacco in it.
still you have to do what works for you
Sorry about the bad luck with the swinging back smashing guy. He should have at least seen if you were OK. That would have been the climberly thing to do. Still, you have to kind of be prepared for all of the body traumas that this sport comes with.
Anyway, heres what you do. The next time he is balaying his buddy. Climb up behind him about six feet on an overhang and then let go, form yourself into a little ball, and then pile into his ass knees first. Then as he's twitching and spazing on the floor and his partner is in a utter panic half-way up the wall, flick a piloties card down by his foaming mouth and walk away. That would be sweet as hell.
castu: word
light dude: oh man, is it wrong that I am FULLY imagining that and little evil cackles are coming out of my mouth? cause yeah, that's just what's happening right now.
what a sweet image :)
*sits back and enjoys*
no man... it's worse, he's a football fan
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