An evening at the Rockzilla Gym

Afterwords, we went around the corner for beers and mexican food. The cold glasses tingled against my worked tips. My knuckles seemed to squeak and grind as my finger curled around the bottle. My forearms complained as I squeezed the lime, and my biceps joined in as I lifted the glass.

Tomorrow, my shoulders will protest when I reach over for the seat belt, and my lats will argue when I pull the belt to the buckle. And later my back will demand that I get out and move around, because it will be growing stiff from all the sitting from the drive to Alta Peak.

It was worth every Aleve.

Statistics: Rockzilla Gym. V0 x2, V0+ x1, V1 x2, V1+ x1, attempts on V1 and V2 boulder problems, and on 5.10b and 5.10b/c. Fall practice on the lead wall.