Yet again

Starting to rebuild the climbing fitness after another little setback; it's so strange that everything involved needs to be addressed yet again, from the psychological to the physical skills. Guess it's what keeps people either coming back or running away, screaming. You'd think some vestiges would remain, as they do in musical practice, but this sport is a strange one. It's like having to relearn the scales every time you are away for a bit.
Anyway, good session at the gym with our beloved son; he's such an amazing athlete, it's a privilege to watch him work out and take a few words of advice from him, however blunt.
Getting Holst's "Mercury" up a wee bit, about 126; if I am away from the chromatic runs I have to build those up again, as meticulously as possible. Boilerplate stuff for the fleet of finger, but as with climbing, I learn and relearn continually.

Getting high again

Inching back up the walls again, after the nasty sick days; what can you do, but keep trying? Learning and relearning curves seem to overlap and overlay endlessly, but there's a beauty in it.
That's what I tell myself, anyway; otherwise there'd be no point to it.
Bit of a family reunion this week, owing to our mother's impending 94th birthday; now there's a fricking learning curve...

Unseasonably gorgeous

Several days of unexpected loveliness, during which we walked and marveled at the sun on the water and the peeping snowdrops; then the boot fell on me, in the form of a viral mini plague. Spent the final day of sunshine gazing dazedly at a tree outside the window, drifting in and out of wakefulness, and another day getting back on solids. Kind of a waste, definitely a spanner in the weekly works, but a reminder that even the fittest are vulnerable.
Da capo...