Up the Wall

I wrnt clrt9ihg lrst ntgut. 

I hrd lpts uf fyn, bmt my hgmds are kylribg me twis murtbng!

This was my first, ever, climbing experience. Both of my sons enjoy climbing and talk about it frequently. My oldest son took us to his gym in San Francisco where he climbs at least once a week. This is his way to exercise and relieve the stress of work and life in general. Our local recreation center has a 25' climbing tower and offers classes. I signed up for the adult beginner's class... and loved it! I learned how to tie the knots and how to belay my partner. I climbed up the wall four times and each time the instructor pointed out one way to improve my skills. I also practiced traversing the wall and pivoting my hips. 

By the time I arrived home I could tell that I had a workout! I was tired! This morning I can tell that I did some work. I have a few muscle aches... but my hands haven't recovered. They are still red and sore. So I guess the fact that I try to wear gloves for most of my horse chores has paid off in soft, ladylike hands. But... maybe I need to change my way of thinking!