Yesterday, I went rock climbing at Sportrock in Alexandria. It was a nice break from running, and a nice way to get some activity in that didn’t involve freezing my butt off. I don’t mind being outside when it’s cold–but when it’s cold AND windy? See ya. We climbed until our fingers couldn’t hold on anymore. In rock climbing, there is a handhold called crimping. They even have crimping ‘tools’ to strengthen your fingers. Never thought you’d be strengthening your fingers, eh? They even have strengthening equipment for it.
Being active for 2 hours yesterday morning made me feel a lot better about what I did for the rest of the day. Sat.
I don’t often get to just sit around and do nothing for an entire day, and boy was it a wonderful break. I cuddled up on the couch under a comfy wool blanket, ‘watched’ football, drank hot chocolate, and read. I am obsessed with the book I am reading right now.
I found out about this book via another blogger and obviously I have to be exactly like every blogger I follow (kidding). There is nothing I love better (maybe an exaggeration, as I do love grilled cheese and cats) than diving into a good book. Not just a book that keeps me hooked, but a book written by an intelligent writer, where the story not only keeps me hooked, but gives me no indication of a predictable ending. A story that has interwoven plotlines and either makes me feel like the narrator or relate very closely to the narrator and other characters. A story that makes me think, helps me escape my world but also indirectly teaches me lessons about my own world. This book does that. Don’t get me wrong, I love the occasional (or more than occasional) chick lit read, but books like this I can’t put down… yet I want to put them down because I don’t want them to end.