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Tag: climbing

  • Long Day of Climbing

    I spent the whole day climbing today, literally from 1030ish until 6pm. We had a lunch break. Haven’t climbed this hard and this long for a long time, but at least I was getting better at some of the routes before our fingers just got too sore from all the climbing.

    It’s actually kinda hard to type now because of all the typing and textures. But hey, at least I’m getting one complaint post up. lol.

  • A Good Climb Day

    A Good Climb Day

    I think there are many days to have but some days are really just good climbing days. Today is one of those days, and I really had a lot of fun climbing around. I made climbing moves that I haven’t done in so long, because of my wrist that was giving me issues. But today I decided that it was long enough, and I really needed to start giving my wrist some strength training. It is turning out well enough so far, I’ll keep massaging it through the day, but hopefully it ends well.

    I am also thinking a lot about what I’m making today:

    Am I just observing the world around me still, or should I make an idea in my head come to life?

    One of those ideas is supposed to be a running club or climbing club or a racing club t-shirt. Merchandising is always fun, but I’ve been shying away from it because of the stresses of putting down money to make it happen.

    But like my good climb days, maybe today’s a great day to start?

    Trisected Climbing Club

    Also I snagged such a nice picture of the cranes next door

  • The Boulder Problem

    There’s a pun on this; because the boulder problems are what people climb, and I have a problem with bouldering: I really like it.

    If you’ve seen my Instagram by now, you’d know that I’m really into bouldering or sport climbing for that matter. In fact, I’ve really gotten so hooked onto it that I’ve started climbing at least twice a week, for the past two weeks. My hands are aching, but getting stronger, and I’m starting to buy 10 passes into gyms that I’ve never entered in my life. It’s nuts.

    Also I’m seeing people that are a good ten years younger than me climb some really fancy routes, and all I think about is how old I’m feeling and how much I wished I had that youth of healing, to get past injuries.

    Like when I started skateboarding again, I sprained both my wrists to the point that they were soft to hold. I could squish them basically, and Clarice was really worried about it. Right now my shoulder’s gotten really achy and stiff from one of the earliest injuries – the one that I had just before my IPPT. I just hope I get over it in the next few months.

    Great Video posted last year.

    But it’s really addictive/addicting. This video puts it quite well together, although I don’t necessarily agree with the social part of it. In Singapore, it feels like another elite sport that only the rich can afford, or like there is a cash barrier to it. That makes bouldering in Singapore quite a different approach to how it is in other countries, based on what I’m seeing on the different channels. But then again, internet access to showcase what one can do in their free time already states some level of monetary privilege.

    Which brings me to another boulder problem: the economics of hobbies. Are hobbies something of privilege? That one can afford to pay for something for fun?

    As I sit in the climbing gyms, I just wonder if everyone can safely afford to climb. I’m sure some really can’t and they’re trying their best to make it. That thought makes me kinda sad, and I feel like I need to do something about it, which also makes me address my savior complex.

    In any case, before I dive even deeper into more issues and social commentary, I really just do enjoy climbing, and I think that I want to be a positive change around those in the climbing gyms. If I can find a friend who needs help, and offer them one of my multi passes, why not? It’ll be cheaper than the full prices for single entry, and it’ll be a great way to make a friend.

  • Update April May

    Hi Blog, it’s been some time. A good full month to be precise.

    Jumping straight into it, I’ve been really into rock climbing since I’ve last updated. It was really quite expected, especially after the IPPT and the injury thereafter. I got so into it, that I’ve went back at least three times or four times since, and I’ve gotten a pair of shoes also.

    The shoes will probably get more of a feature soon, as I dive yet again into even more hobbies. Climbing is fun, and I enjoy it, especially from the exercise of it. The shoes are so fancy and fun, those really suck me into the sport. It’s like running shoes too, that aspect of function and form. I really enjoy them.

    These are the La Sportiva Cobra 4:99

    I’ve been trying to produce a YouTube video about the IPPT thing, based loosely off my post here. It’s been frustrating mostly because I’ve not properly planned the thing, and I keep flopping about trying to get it done. It’s not fun when I’m running around aimlessly. I just need to sit down and really plan it through, but every time I sit down there’s something else I need to attend to, and my time is just taken from me. Not a good feeling at all.

    We’ve also started to foster two kittens at home, for a month. My sister’s friend works in a cat shelter of sorts, or has connections to, and asked if we could help. Clarice said yes almost immediately, and they arrived in two days. As I am typing to you now, they’re sitting outside my study room door, playing around or waiting for me to come out.

    It’s been a learning experience of what it means to take care of another living creature, and two kittens are really nuts to take care of. They run all over the place and get into so much dust. Really a lot of dust, which I’m allergic to.

    In any case, I hope to start daily blogging again. I don’t like the excuses that I don’t have enough time, and I really want to change things up now. I want to get things going.

    I have to!

  • A Poem: My Fingers Hurt

    Ah, cool water over sore fingers
    Easing strains, swollen and tender.

    The result of climbing, stretching, gripping,
    An attempt at a sport known as bouldering.

    Not that actual boulders are in use
    Just in case you might confuse

    The scene of humans splayed on a wall
    Full of little grips, with colors and all.

    I was one human on one of theses walls,
    Doing this thing called bouldering
    involving a lot of holding and gripping
    Mixed in with heavy breathing
    As I climbed my way across the hall.

    Now I write with pain
    from all the finger strain

    And even the skin
    is feeling thin

    As I start to recover
    from the climb that I discover
    that I am no longer
    any younger.

    And i cant decide what to end this poem with.