Worked

Bouldering can use you up in no time; after a little less than two hours' worth of trying every problem that looked possible for me, I finally fell off one and realized I couldn't manage any more. It's strange when you have a disconnect between brain and body, the brain still having fun and urging the body to carry on; the adreneline has to stop fountaining forth, and there's a distinct feeling of disappointment. Then reality kicks in, with all compass points feeling fatigued, and it's time to go home. My friend stayed with her weiner dog, who slept on my lap on the way down to the gym, she with her lover and the dog with his somewhat resistant little female playmate. They were well-trained little animals; usually I can't abide dachshunds and their owners, having had lousy experience of them in the main.
I got to talk a bit with the guy who had designed and built the walls at this new gym, as well as designed and produced holds for the routes. My ride home was with several men who own and/or manage climbing gyms; interesting to hear about the business. It's a much more fun version of a gym than your usual weights and aerobics joint.