so you think you’re fab?

I am so excited for our trip to Font in three weeks.  It seems like heading out of the country in late February is becoming a good tradition. Last year it was Turkey, not bad for two people who have a mortgage and full time jobs…well at least one of us works full time. Making the choice to live a life that can sometimes feel constricted by the house and dogs, especially when many of our friends live on the road climbing it is nice to be able to get away for a few weeks.  Starting last week I have been training in the gym during the afternoon when it is quiet and peaceful except for my own tantrums when I don’t send the damn sloper problems.  I feel strong physically and mentally, its awesome. Not only am I sending hard plastic bs, but mentally I am stronger. I am working on sending the same hard problems every time I am in there and getting through the hump of not pushing myself when you only have yourself to challenge you.  So the inevitable happens, I f*!k my ass  (literally) up after a good three hours of sick plastic crushing.  It happened Thursday and by that evening no joke I was tiled at a 45 degree angle.  Not being able to stand upright sucks and it made Luke anxious, but then I make him anxious if I look at him wrong.  Today I saw the physical therapist, after lots of adjustments, massage, ice, and finally a sexy layer of tape across my back in hopes to straighten me out he thinks by Friday I might be able to try some climbing again.  So, to that I say hell yes tape me up and hopefully I will be outside next weekend crushing in the sun instead of the stimulator.