It has been ages – okay, three years – since I went rock climbing. When I was in middle and high school, we went rock climbing on more the one occasion as a field trip or a physical activity, but it was not often enough to be considered a hobby for me. When I was stationed in Italy, I worked with a group of Air Force weathermen who frequented most of the great rock walls around Vicenza.
The first time they invited me, I can almost promise they thought I would say no. It only cost a dollar to rent climbing shoes and another dollar for a harness, so I figured there was very little reason for me to decline. I am not Spiderwoman, and I fell more times than I made it to the top, but I enjoyed myself enough to purchase my own gear and continue to climb with them every weekend.
Flash forward to this week and you will find me digging through my possessions – which are still boxed and in the garage – to find my shoes and harness. The whole ordeal was pointless, it seems, because I opted to climb in my FiveFingers and my harness fit me when I weighed sixty pounds more than I do currently. I gave it to Matt to use for belaying, but I do not think I climbed with a rope even once.
Janessa and I ended up bouldering. For those who might be unfamiliar with rock climbing, “bouldering” means climbing without the aide of a rope. In this particular gym, there is a limit to how high you can boulder. This is obviously for safety reasons. We were successful in getting Matt to give it a shot, but heights are not his favorite thing. I am proud of him for letting us bully him into making the attempt though!
Aside from being woefully out of climbing shape, the day was an amazing one. When we left the gym, my fingers, hands, forearms, and shoulders were shot. Ruined. Destroyed. I think I napped for two hours when I got home. To add insult to injury – does that phrase even count if I made the choice to do it willingly?! – I went to the gym the next morning and worked arms and shoulders.
I am still feeling the pain when I try to put shampoo and conditioner in my hair. Still.
For those who are attempting to keep up with my waiting game, I am still waiting. I will go talk to the recruiters tomorrow, but I can promise it will be more of the same. I know the deadlines that are coming, but they are only guidelines. If Mother Army misses the next one, there is always one after that.
I hate that mindset, but I know it is true. They have already put in for waivers for my age and my active service time, what are a few more weeks… or months? Ugh, if it really is going to be months, I need to find something to do. I would like getting a job to be something to do, but I do not think I would be in this position if addressing that was as simple as it sounds.
My brother-in-law was in a car accident on Friday. He was making a turn and another driver ran the red light and t-boned him. It forced him to spin into another vehicle. Worry not, he appears to be okay, but his car is totaled. The doctors told him to come to the Emergency Room if he threw up or passed out over the weekend, but his hurts include the usual automobile accident hurts: head, neck, and back pain. They will reevaluate on Monday.
In the next few Sundays, I would like to do a series of discussions with some of the people in my life. I have mentioned most of them a time or three and I make no secret of the impact they have had on who I am. I already have one who has agreed to answer some questions – not that I have any prepared yet – and talk about our relationship, but I think I want to organize my thoughts a bit better before I start sending questions and comments to the people in my life.
I also want to consider who to invite to be part of this… project. There are a lot of people who have impacted my life in small and large ways. I cannot include everyone obviously, but I love the chance to make this an opportunity to catch up with those I might have drifted from over the years. More information coming as soon as I work out the details in my head.
On that note, I will depart this Sunday and greet Monday. The week will be no longer or shorter than other weeks, but waiting – and wanting – makes it seem so. I will do my best to stay occupied, motivated, and focused.