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finally made it to the climbing gym last night. not the usual one, as it has been subject to arson (sadness, hopefully opening sometime mid-june), but back to where this addiction’s first seed was planted, karbin. grades are way more difficult, grips weird, the bouldering sort of evil. i.e., fun time. they sell flapjacks. had to give up before muscles were done, as my hands have grown soft. this will change.
