climbing and cheesecakes

did 3 days of climbing at the climbing gym in putrajaya. it was my first time there, so naturally i was wowed upon stepping through the front doors. it's a climber's paradise, nuff said. the sense of awe and wonder gradually subsided, and the usual business-like approach to entering a new training ground took over.

i went a muerte (spanish for to the death) on every route attempted. the feeling of fighting the pump, gasping for air, lunging for the next move feeling like gravity's gonna have her way but miraculously sticking it, and then fighting again.. ahh.. forgot how much i enjoyed that feeling.

thoroughly enjoyed the trip with the climbers from ngee ann polytechnic. they taught me a thing or two about climbing (shaun is a high wall maestro with not a single fear cell inside him!) and most importantly, learning to take things easy. i recall why i enjoy climbing trips in the first place. forcing myself to step outside my comfort zone and interact with other climbers brings out the best in me. that way i imbibe a little of their styles and climbing philosophy.

going on trips having to be the resident clip-bitch babysitter who is also taken for granted as the gear dispenser takes a toll on my mental well-being. i seek to avoid such trips as much as possible.

and ohh i ate wayyy too many cheesecakes. am swearing off cheesecakes for at least a few months.. burp.