After work today I went to Seattle Boulder Project, a place I can’t remember visiting for a month. It showed: on a hot night, when I’d had little exercise, I struggled with a lot of problems, and by the time I’d been then an hour, I was through. I got a car and went home to rub lotion into my sore hands.
At least I can do some purple problems now ("V2ish" in the vague problem setting way they have there). I seemed to haunt the same parts of the gym as some bloke and his girlfriend, where the bloke had enormous arms and could just yank himself up things without using his legs at all. There was something awe inspiring watching this tank just pull itself up the wall with zero finesse, but I can’t see that being a winning strategy, and aesthetically, there’s nicer ways to do things. Ah well. I can hardly criticise, grunting my way up the wall each time.
I went home, and spent half an hour trying to play the banjo. This is a new hobby that I have decided to acquire. I don’t know why. Probably a sign of making poor decisions somewhere. Or one more resolution for the year.