I'm a finger on a hand.
Jason Liebgott
by jason's finger
Today started too early. I heard another finger complaining for most of the
night. Something about being infected and some swelling. I felt fine though,
so I just tried to sleep.
I have to say that I've been working out quite a bit lately and I've noticed
my big knuckle is starting get a little tender. No sweat because my tendons
are pretty strong and I've got some calluses that look like hell. I kinda
like the look, and I'm a thin finger so I like the extra protection.
I live for the days like today that I get to climb. This morning I got to
sort gear: rack some cams, clip some beaners, and believe it or not I got
stuffed in the mouth during breakfast (and I'm filthy)! Ugh, that breath is
a nightmare. I felt honored that I was the finger used to carry the 6 pack
to the river and dropped it in the secret
hiding place. I can't wait to get to pop the top later today.
As for the business at hand (har har) I spent the first pitch getting worked
pretty well in some pin scars. Apparently we forgot the chalk because I had
a clear view of what was going on the whole day, and that was quite a treat.
Pitch 2 found me in good shape, especially as the crack widened and I got to
simply apply a little counter pressure. I got some really good action when
we ran across some water - man, I got over squeezed.
The wickedness of the 3rd pitch was unmatched. It was all me: Mr. Finger.
Lock after lock I held up for the whole team. Even when my nail started
bleeding - pushing through the pain, I refused to buckle. The blood started
coming out from everywhere - I didn't know what the hell to do, but I felt
compelled to keep focused. I could tell that if I eased up or winced to
hard, it would have spelled disaster. After what felt like an eternity, the
pain eased up and the angle of the crack relaxed.
I heard the mouth screaming and hollering with joy. Then I remembered that
I'd been here before - many climbs ago, but it was so different then. I'd
failed the team many times and I'd felt bad that day so long ago. I felt
like a new finger a different digit. Today the rock had felt different - it
was still hard, but I didn't think I could have let go.
It was good to be a finger today. We kept climbing, pitch after pitch - but
not another test like that. It's okay though, I felt I'd done my part.
When we found the 6 pack in the river I was excited. I tasted the sweet
liquid in my wounds and felt my blood thin quickly and I forgot all my aches
and cuts and I vaguely remember the drive home and drifting off to sleep.
Now if I could just stay out of that damned nose.
Michael A. Riches
jlie...@hotmail.com wrote on 4/25/02 11:59 AM:
> I'm a finger on a hand.
> by jason's finger
<Snip>
> When we found the 6 pack in the river I was excited. I tasted the sweet
> liquid in my wounds and felt my blood thin quickly and I forgot all my aches
> and cuts and I vaguely remember the drive home and drifting off to sleep.
>
> Now if I could just stay out of that damned nose.
>
>
Way cool perspective...thanks, loved it,
Ratzzz...
Guillaume Dargaud
> by jason's finger
So is rec.climbing turning into a litterary newsgroup ?
I think I know who caused that.
Well, better then the litterary newsgroups which have turned into authors
flame wars a long time ago...
--
Guillaume Dargaud
Colorado State University - Dept of Atmospheric Science
http://www.gdargaud.net/
"I have screwed many girls here." — Graffiti on a wall of Pompeii.
A. Cairns
> by jason's finger
>
>
> Lock after lock I held up for the whole team.
Splendid. Well done. Fine work. Employee of the month stuff.
Neuron
Paulina
> I'm a finger on a hand.
> by jason's finger
<snip>
Neat!
Where did you get them sentient fingers who feel good about climbing? Some new
genetically engineered product?
Paulina :-)
Michael A. Riches
on 4/25/02 8:54 PM:
Ohhhhh, this opens the doors to so much that my warped and demented
imagination simply can't quite contain itself....
Ratzzz...(Fingers...how do you "feel" about this...??? Snicker,
snicker...Ssssalright times ten)
Frank Stock
>
> Now if I could just stay out of that damned nose.
You forgot the part about the single ply toilet paper.
Nicely done. Pretty soon Im not going to be well enough edumicated to
read this group.
Cheers,
Frank
Jason Lucero
Jason
--
These are my opinions, not necessarily the voice's in my head.
MarkW
news:aa9g64$924b7$1...@ID-86199.news.dfncis.de...
> I'm a finger on a hand.
> by jason's finger
Nice! Thanks, what a great way to 'ease' back into work after a 4 day
roadtrip.
MarkW