A rare sunny day in a rainy town allowed for the climbing of a gently sloping basalt cliff. I didn't have any gear, but managed to borrow a harness and some oversized shoes, which I kicked off a quarter of the way up and resorted to cold bare feet.
This would have been a wise decision had I not received some fucking pedicure kit for Christmas with a pumice stone and some intensive foot-repair cream. Why does "repairing" feet mean taking off the callouses and making them soft? What USE are they then? Trying to climb with my slippery soft feet was both painful and clumsy, though it didn't dampen the fun. I will just have to work to rebuild my callouses, but in the meantime, even with wussy little feet and awkward form, I felt like kind of a badass for doing it that way.
That's right.
This would have been a wise decision had I not received some fucking pedicure kit for Christmas with a pumice stone and some intensive foot-repair cream. Why does "repairing" feet mean taking off the callouses and making them soft? What USE are they then? Trying to climb with my slippery soft feet was both painful and clumsy, though it didn't dampen the fun. I will just have to work to rebuild my callouses, but in the meantime, even with wussy little feet and awkward form, I felt like kind of a badass for doing it that way.
That's right.
*high five*
you're such a cutie ^^
i was happy when you went pink cause you were one of the more silent hopefuls =)