I ache. Everything aches. I can hardly lift my left arm. Peeling myself out of bed this morning required a Herculean effort, but it's a satisfied kind of ache. The feeling of knowing that you pushed your body about as hard as it could go, but you had a great time doing it.
Lise was on her bouldering course all day Saturday, so Ant and I set off for Stanage popular end, with the aim of getting Ant comfortable with leading trad, placing his own protection and tying safe anchors. I'll type more when I can move my fingers again.
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