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Chang and I went rock climbing today at the gym. It's been a long time since I've been. I used to really love climbing at the rock gym. $25 for a day with harnesses and ropes. "On belay!" You tell your friend. "Belay, on!" They reply. And then you climb up. Unless you go bouldering, which is also fun. I love the feeling of stretching to grab the next ledge. The feeling after you push yourself up the wall, desperately reaching up in a frantic, panicked sort of way. The feeling of spreading your legs apart farther than they probably should and contorting your body in ways it probably shouldn't.

The feeling of losing your grasp on the wall. And falling.

It's great. It's challenging. Sometimes it's impossible, but it's fun. I just don't get to do it all that often. But I want to. I just wish the shoes were more comfortable. I hope I'm sore in the morning. That might be the best part. Waking up and feeling sore in places you forgot you had. I don't think I will be. I hurt my ankle when I jumped off the wall, though. That's something.

I didn't get to ride my bike this weekend. It was too humid. Maybe next week. Lots of work to be done this week first.

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