Sometimes You Have To Down Climb

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Last Wednesday was the epitome of my, thus far, brief climbing career.

I'm going to leave out all the jargon cause I don't even understand half of it, but suffice to say I nailed it. 

Inadvertently, but spectacularly.

And then I dropped. 

Just let go of the wall and fell. 

Dumb.

My climbing career is now on hiatus while my knee repairs itself. 

I have also been much slower. Which is frustrating to me. I do everything at once, in a rush of adrenaline and panic. So now that I've been forced to slow down I'm trying to enjoy it. And then the other day it occurred to me that if I hadn't been in a rush to begin with I wouldn't be in this situation in the first place. 

If I had just taken the time to climb down the wall instead of dropping I'd be fine. I would be climbing and doing squats and any number of other knee related activities! Frustration!

This is my sign. Chill the fuck out. 

Sometimes you have to down climb.

My knee is feeling infinitely better. My soft restart date is February 4th. 

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*Not my knee. I wasn't allowed to have my xrays... sad days. It's from here.