physical exercise or lack thereof

We found the Everett rock gym last night, not without a couple of detours. I think that place should be in the dictionary under "out of the way". All I have to say on the subject of climbing itself is that the spirit is willing, and the technique is still there somewhere, but the muscles just aren't up to much. However, for the first time in ages, my back wasn't complaining when I woke up. In fact, it didn't hurt anywhere. I guess if I can't stand on my hands and sort everything out, I can hang most of my weight off my hands and sort it out that way. (The Everett gym is sadly lacking good inside corners, though. I wanted to play around with an inside corner last night, and couldn't find one that looked like anything.)

Hm. Given that Monday and Tuesday are mostly occupied, and Friday is my goofing-off evening, that leaves Wednesday and Thursday if I want to start going swimming on a semi-regular basis. Exercise breeds exercise, I guess...now I'm all excited about getting into better climbing shape, where I couldn't get excited about getting into better shape in general.

I still think I should've taken Friday off, but one of my co-workers already is, so I can't. Oh well, I'm going to New Orleans on Nov 1, so there. Which reminds me, I have to come up with business cards and resumes for the ATA job marketplace, for which I signed up now that I'm not a student any more. They don't let students sign up for it.

I think I could probably have stood to sleep for a little while longer than I did last night. My brain keeps asking me if I'm sure it's not naptime yet, and I have to keep disappointing it.

[ETA: I found the only really unhappy arm muscle just now. It's in the front of my right shoulder, and it did NOT like my reaching around to scratch my back. Probably because I spent so much time last night reaching around into my chalk bag.]