First, Happy New Year's!!! Have fun and be safe! I'm getting ready to leave work for the day, so I only have time for a short post. I'll continue with the Art of Eating tomorrow.
I was climbing today during lunch at Go Vertical with my trusty climbing buddy and current BB, Emily, when I remarked on how the 5.7's and 5.8's were feeling more like 5.10's and 5.11's. All the holds felt so small. Each move was a struggle. It was a battle against the wall and the wall definitely won. Seriously, I ripped off several of my calluses and accrued several cuts on my knuckles and bruises on my knees...Compare this to Monday night when all my moves were as smooth as buttah and I cruised through the 8's and 9's. The holds all felt good and I never questioned a move. The knowledge of how to send the route was intuitive and logical. It flowed through me.
One great thing about climbing is that there is always a different challenge to be had. Today, it was just about getting through one move at a time, patiently making my way to the top. Other days it's all about trying to perfect each move and fill them with decision and grace.
Challenges aside, I simply enjoy the feeling of how my body moves from one position to another. This last phenomenon is one of the coolest aspects of climbing: I find myself day dreaming about a particular move while I'm at the grocery store or some other mundane place and murmuring to myself, "Oh man, it would feel so good to do that move right now..."
We finished our session today with this nice 5.5 and man did the holds feel so great after struggling with the 5.8's crimpy holds. When I got down from it, I turned to Em and exlaimed, "Ahh the sweet jugs...they feel soooo good." We had a good chucke about it.
Alright, it's time to go pahdy hahdy as we say in Boston. Happy Holidays!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Another thing to become obsessed with...
I’ve decided to start a blog finally. I’ve been inspired by my mom who over the Holidays pulled out this detailed list of things from her childhood. She’s been compiling it for a long time so there will be a permanent record of her favorite songs, places, and people…it got me thinking about my own childhood and the things that I’ve forgotten already. Also how time and perspective alters your memories. Having a “living record” of the present and then being able to look back at it would be so much better than in ten years from now trying to remember what I thought of the Jonas Brothers or some other fad of the time. So I thought for this first entry, I’d start compiling my own list of childhood fav’s and then from here on out try keeping more records of the things that I enjoy doing now…so here we go.
Taking boat to Cranes Beach. playing in hot pools. throwing wet sand at amy. sand castles. digging for clams. walks in the dunes with dad. finding driftwood and sand dollars. hermit crabs pinching my fingers. horseshoe crab skeletons. hard sand with bumps massaging my feat. soft sand burning my feet. sand bars. fishing: really “skating”–all we’d be able to catch were skates, except one time we caught a cod fish. sucking salt from my wet hair. smell of spf 8 sunscreen. soaked from huge waves coming over the side of the boat. the red cushion. sand pipers. chasing seagulls. running away from seagulls. Andrea’s purple lips. letting your legs get numb before going under water. green and brown seaweed tickling my legs. chasing Amy with the slimy seaweed. Essex friends. red playmate cooler. subs. red teddy bear towel. boston whalers.
Iron Rail. Tues nights ballet. Thursday nights jazz class. Mrs. Bradley. Gymnastics upstairs. The foam pit. Purple laces that you didn’t have to tie. Amy in the pink panther costume. Poodle skirts. sequins. I think I got it. Recitals at the beverly high school.
Me and Dad. YMCA. swimming every fri night with Dad. then out for oreo cookie blizzards at dairy queen. dennis the menace cups. blue and red swim bubble. pretended I was a lady bug. lessons. “minnow” level. swim team. first place back stroke–only because I swam in a zig zag and cut everyone else off. Walk for Hunger. First time when I was 10. Did it for 8 years. Dad kept saying, “Are you sure you want to keep going”" Aw yeah. 20 miles. Every year camping in Acadia National park since I was 10. First year with Molly our Golden. Got lost on Dorr Mt. thunder storm. molly quit and sat down after seven hours. would never go for walks after that. Dorr Mt. Cadillac Mt. The Bubbles. Eagle Lake. Blackwoods Camp Grounds. Trenton Bridge Lobstah Shack. The best lobstah, clams, corn on cob. Freeport. Bow st. Camping on casco bay. my blue tent, smelled moldy from Everglades… hiking along the rocky coast. light houses. sunsets. racoon fights outside my tent. dad afraid bears would come eat our food. summit rock piles. first time skiing at kingridge. skiing at cranmore, attitash, loon, brentwoods, cannon. kangamangus highway. old man in the mountain. Science museum trips–loved the discovery room–could touch bones. Children’s Museum–the maze to get to the second floor. Planetarium. Aquaruim–loved the penguins, the tide pool exhibit where you could touch the sea urchins, eels, star fish, the dolphins, the shark tank–divers would feed them little fishies, seal shows. stuffed animal (usually Gund) every time we went away to Philly without him.
Me and mom. Museum every sunday morning. free passes from library. Phila Museum of Art–armour (always would picture the scene from Bed knobs and broom sticks when the armor would come to life), chinease tea house, the pins with the dragons. MFA. Girl scouts, parades, crafts. Dancing to oldies in the kitchen, swing, waltz, Greased Lightening. T for two. Kindergarten together. Lunches at Brambles at the counter. Twisting seats. Blocks, story time, hermit crabs, big bird goes to china, big bird goes to japan. magic school bus. “This is the day the lord has made” christmas play. Mrs. Monahan trying to give me my lines…Learned the meaning of nepatism… summers in Havertown, PA. thrift store in Bryn Mar. Amtrak trains to Philly. PMA. Brought me playmobil for the trips. knights and horses. Made me a lunch everyday. Ham and Cheese with mayo. yogurt. hard boiled egg. At the Y, wouldn’t let her hair get wet. Ever. Baths. How much Shamus our black lab loved her. Pumpkin pies. Locked her in room to get her to stop smoking. Thanksgivings. Hmmm creamed onions and huge turkey legs. My favorite dinners cooked by mom: fetuccini alfredo, terriaki chicken, pork chops with aso sauce, “argentinian beef”, italian chilli. Awesome breakfasts: scrambled eggs, bacon, scrapple, thomas’ english muffins. 1995 volvo wagon. black leather seats. Lots of dog hair in the trunk. green fleece gloves. before that wagon with blue seats.
Reading Nancy Drew and Agatha Chrisie underneath the table and not getting away with it. Haiku Palace. Poo poo platters. spare ribs. snap bracelets. tie with this black vest that had gold coins on it (fifth grade).
Mrs. Bade, My mom, Mrs. Koch, Mrs. Freelove, Mrs. Hamilton, Mrs. Ranta, Mrs. Kinney….Mrs. Curtis’ homeroom, Mrs. Lovelace, Mrs. Herrick, Mrs. Zimmerman (? shoot is that right–english 6th grade). 7th grade: Mrs. Pettingrew, Mrs. Maroney, Mr. Civ, Mrs. Carter. 8th grade: Mr. Burt, Mrs. G, Mrs. C, Mr. Sawyer. Cross Country with Dave Sawyer/Track with Ms. Hoar. Band. Tambourine Girl. Pretending to be James Bond in woods with Jessie.
Ok, I remember more than I realized. I guess we’ll call this part 1 of my childhood memories list. Feel free to add your own! Holidays are a great excuse to think back and remember the “good ol’days”….
Taking boat to Cranes Beach. playing in hot pools. throwing wet sand at amy. sand castles. digging for clams. walks in the dunes with dad. finding driftwood and sand dollars. hermit crabs pinching my fingers. horseshoe crab skeletons. hard sand with bumps massaging my feat. soft sand burning my feet. sand bars. fishing: really “skating”–all we’d be able to catch were skates, except one time we caught a cod fish. sucking salt from my wet hair. smell of spf 8 sunscreen. soaked from huge waves coming over the side of the boat. the red cushion. sand pipers. chasing seagulls. running away from seagulls. Andrea’s purple lips. letting your legs get numb before going under water. green and brown seaweed tickling my legs. chasing Amy with the slimy seaweed. Essex friends. red playmate cooler. subs. red teddy bear towel. boston whalers.
Iron Rail. Tues nights ballet. Thursday nights jazz class. Mrs. Bradley. Gymnastics upstairs. The foam pit. Purple laces that you didn’t have to tie. Amy in the pink panther costume. Poodle skirts. sequins. I think I got it. Recitals at the beverly high school.
Me and Dad. YMCA. swimming every fri night with Dad. then out for oreo cookie blizzards at dairy queen. dennis the menace cups. blue and red swim bubble. pretended I was a lady bug. lessons. “minnow” level. swim team. first place back stroke–only because I swam in a zig zag and cut everyone else off. Walk for Hunger. First time when I was 10. Did it for 8 years. Dad kept saying, “Are you sure you want to keep going”" Aw yeah. 20 miles. Every year camping in Acadia National park since I was 10. First year with Molly our Golden. Got lost on Dorr Mt. thunder storm. molly quit and sat down after seven hours. would never go for walks after that. Dorr Mt. Cadillac Mt. The Bubbles. Eagle Lake. Blackwoods Camp Grounds. Trenton Bridge Lobstah Shack. The best lobstah, clams, corn on cob. Freeport. Bow st. Camping on casco bay. my blue tent, smelled moldy from Everglades… hiking along the rocky coast. light houses. sunsets. racoon fights outside my tent. dad afraid bears would come eat our food. summit rock piles. first time skiing at kingridge. skiing at cranmore, attitash, loon, brentwoods, cannon. kangamangus highway. old man in the mountain. Science museum trips–loved the discovery room–could touch bones. Children’s Museum–the maze to get to the second floor. Planetarium. Aquaruim–loved the penguins, the tide pool exhibit where you could touch the sea urchins, eels, star fish, the dolphins, the shark tank–divers would feed them little fishies, seal shows. stuffed animal (usually Gund) every time we went away to Philly without him.
Me and mom. Museum every sunday morning. free passes from library. Phila Museum of Art–armour (always would picture the scene from Bed knobs and broom sticks when the armor would come to life), chinease tea house, the pins with the dragons. MFA. Girl scouts, parades, crafts. Dancing to oldies in the kitchen, swing, waltz, Greased Lightening. T for two. Kindergarten together. Lunches at Brambles at the counter. Twisting seats. Blocks, story time, hermit crabs, big bird goes to china, big bird goes to japan. magic school bus. “This is the day the lord has made” christmas play. Mrs. Monahan trying to give me my lines…Learned the meaning of nepatism… summers in Havertown, PA. thrift store in Bryn Mar. Amtrak trains to Philly. PMA. Brought me playmobil for the trips. knights and horses. Made me a lunch everyday. Ham and Cheese with mayo. yogurt. hard boiled egg. At the Y, wouldn’t let her hair get wet. Ever. Baths. How much Shamus our black lab loved her. Pumpkin pies. Locked her in room to get her to stop smoking. Thanksgivings. Hmmm creamed onions and huge turkey legs. My favorite dinners cooked by mom: fetuccini alfredo, terriaki chicken, pork chops with aso sauce, “argentinian beef”, italian chilli. Awesome breakfasts: scrambled eggs, bacon, scrapple, thomas’ english muffins. 1995 volvo wagon. black leather seats. Lots of dog hair in the trunk. green fleece gloves. before that wagon with blue seats.
Reading Nancy Drew and Agatha Chrisie underneath the table and not getting away with it. Haiku Palace. Poo poo platters. spare ribs. snap bracelets. tie with this black vest that had gold coins on it (fifth grade).
Mrs. Bade, My mom, Mrs. Koch, Mrs. Freelove, Mrs. Hamilton, Mrs. Ranta, Mrs. Kinney….Mrs. Curtis’ homeroom, Mrs. Lovelace, Mrs. Herrick, Mrs. Zimmerman (? shoot is that right–english 6th grade). 7th grade: Mrs. Pettingrew, Mrs. Maroney, Mr. Civ, Mrs. Carter. 8th grade: Mr. Burt, Mrs. G, Mrs. C, Mr. Sawyer. Cross Country with Dave Sawyer/Track with Ms. Hoar. Band. Tambourine Girl. Pretending to be James Bond in woods with Jessie.
Ok, I remember more than I realized. I guess we’ll call this part 1 of my childhood memories list. Feel free to add your own! Holidays are a great excuse to think back and remember the “good ol’days”….
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