

And grow..
And grow.
This is what it looked like before I added water yesterday.













Ahem. *composes self* Now on to other things. Today I found out that I am going to have to go to Residential camp on Monday. I went last year as well, but it wasn't exactly packed full of great memories and all. Though I must admit I did enjoy it. It's just one of those things where I would sigh and sigh while going there and then maybe absolutely hate it while I'm there but get really high whenever it's over and can proudly say "I did that!"
Truth is, I am looking forward to it in the way that I could talk to all the girls and everything again, but I'm not exactly looking forward to making a fool of myself by exhibiting my non-fitness. Dragging my lily-white, unfit ass up the climbing wall is not exactly a pretty sight, and it's sure as hell not fun. Also, not looking forward to meeting my arch-nemesis: my fear of heights. Last year, I had to climb a huge mountain and then walk all the way down again while being able to see all the way down. It tires me even to think about the things I have to do there. Bouldering: climbing up-river in a wet suit and wellies. The water weighs you down and water gets into your wellies making your legs even heavier. That's one of them, just to name a few.
I think I better stop complaining. It just takes a while to bring my mind around it that's all. It's just, I don't want to put on a huge display of my unfitness again this year. And I'm so much less fit than I was last year. That is, if you can call last year 'fit'. Sooo not looking forward to it. Well, let's look at it this way. No matter how much humiliation I suffer, I wouldn't die, right? I'll just go through a traumatic period of time huddled up in a corner rocking back and forth murmuring curses at everyone who ever made me feel shame.
That just makes it so much better. Even so, I could look at it in a happy way or a sad way. It's my call. Let's just hope I remember that whenever I'm dragging myself up a wall or upriver all the while cursing every single crisp I ever ate in my life.

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