Last week, both Tuesday and Friday (but Friday in particular) I was climbing with flair and energy, and attempting things a grade above my normal level with some success. It felt really good, and I didn’t mind the bruises that I got from all that over-enthusiasm.
Although it’s probably just as well that I don’t wear shorts.
Tonight I was climbing like a muppet. I fell off everything: I was awkward and clumsy and completely uninspired. I clunked my knees off the walls and holds, slipped off things that I normally climb as warm-ups, and bruised myself on top of last week’s bruises.
I really, really mind about these bruises.
At least the weather’s cold enough for thick tights at the moment!