For those used to writing about the weight of depression, happiness seems hard to define as something solid.
So I managed to lead one and a half routes.
Wait, one and a half?
Why make a perfectly decent pair of synthetic shoes but fall at the last hurdle by not being quite sure whether the glue contains animals? Or why make synthetic shoes and put a dash of leather or suede for decoration?
The world is changing and the synthetic options for just about anything are astoundingly good.
I spent the next 4 days limping.
But I can’t tell you how good it feels to have reached the top.
Things I learned in Fontainebleau:
I am not good at bouldering.
I have a hilarious bouldering face.
I am really not good at bouldering.
I can’t even believe that a few weeks ago we were able to go out bouldering, able to play around in the sunshine without freezing our fingers off. (I’m still a little scared of falling, FYI).
Deep breaths, chilly toes, cold climbing sessions. March has been strange but it’s also been very beautiful.