Climbing the Walls

Tonight I began my membership at the indoor rock wall place. I got the student rate, so i really hope they don't look into my matriculation status.

I went to the place without a partner (it's preferable to have someone to belay with you). I was really nervous that I'd be the only loner out there. But luckily, the staff introduced me to this really sinewy, lanky woman who looked like she began climbing as soon as she entered the birth canal. And she was soooo good, but really helpful. Turns out she has only been climbing for two months! Total shocker. Gives me hope that I could look like less of a fool within a reasonable amount of time. In all, I got a good workout, met some new people, and now have something to do in the evenings when I have to blow off steam.

All-nighter

I played in an 11pm-4am indoor ultimate tournament with a team from RIT. We really kicked some serious ass until the championship game where we proceeded to kick our own serious asses. We couldn't catch, throw, or even stay on our feet. We were literally falling down all over the field. Maybe that was because we had all been up for about 20 hours at that point and were suffering from dehydration. I had a really fun time BUT realized that I am not in shape. I cannot run for any extended period of time, I cannot sprint. I can sort of throw, but I have forgotten how to cut and how to fake hard.

This is all motivation for me to get into shape and get my act together before the Georgia tournament on March 17/18. I have 20 days to shed some weight and do something about this. That's enough time.


In other news, I am beginning to get cabin fever. I want to go outside in jeans and a t-shirt. I can't wait until I can walk around and play sports outside. I need more sunshine--my hair is dark and my skin is light. Just about four more weeks and things will begin to turn around. Weathering the long winter might be worth the feeling that each spring is happening for the first time.

My little buddy

OLD and BITTER

My grandmother is being a royal pain in the ass about her health. After her mastectomy, she went home from the hospital, received in home nurse visits for about a week and then kicked out the nurses. Then she went to live with my aunt and refused to listen to my aunt on extremely important issues. My aunt: "I think you're developing an infection" Grandma: "You don't know anything".

After being hospitalized for the infection, we convinced my grandmother to stay at a continuing care center for a week. She thought the food was so bad that she demanded to go home. I was at her house when she finally arrived today and I have never seen her more openly pissed in my life. Usually she has passive-aggressiveness down to an art form. Today, it was pure, unadulterated aggressiveness. You would have thought somebody tried to send her to a mental institution or something.

The part I don't understand is this: A month ago and a half ago, she had breast cancer and was going to die. Today, she doesn't have cancer and is doing relatively well--merely dealing with the results of major surgery. How can she be so miserable? Did she have a death wish? Maybe she has a death wish for all of us.

New Sports

On Friday, me and a few of my friends went over to an indoor rock climbing place. I had a great time. We learned how to belay and then pretty much went off on our own to climb. I kept trying to be cool...you know, look as if I really knew what I was doing. It was hard that night because there were only about fifteen people at the club and everyone except myself knew how to climb. IMPOSTOR! But hell, to the untrained eye, I looked fine. Not a lot of crying or pleading to god to help me get down.
I'm even considering a three month membership because the club is only a half mile from my house. I could go every night!--if only my arms would let me.

Latest music preference: Steely Dan. It's old and it reminds me of when my dad used to blare his music from the basement on Saturday mornings. He was cool to me then. And even cooler now.