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Little black dressed no more

Sara Lingafelter
Sara Lingafelter
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Since the Smith trip, I’ve been climbing pretty regularly in the gym with a few breaks… not progressing too much, I’m kind of at another plateau, but I’m not freaking out about it. I’m happy with the level at which I’m climbing… I have a lot of head stuff to work on, so don’t feel a strong need to up the grades, just to climb more confidently at the level I’m currently climbing. The gym is already getting old and it’s only November… it’s going to be a long winter, especially given the prospect that this may be a winter without a big trip because of various commitments. But, I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it, and in the meantime, I’ll keep my fingers crossed for enough time off for a week at Red Rock or Joshua Tree and some good folks to make the trip with. We’ll see.

What does this have to do with little black dresses?


Sunday Don and Peter and I took a field trip, meeting up with Kari and Suzi, at the Everett Vertical World. I was in the mood for a little gym mix up, and it was a good chance to meet up with Kari even at the last minute. Turns out, that was a worthwhile field trip… the Everett staff and climbers were INCREDIBLY friendly and welcoming… the routesetting is generally of fantastic quality (I had fun on ropes and bouldering) and there was a larger variety of holds than what we have in Kitsap, more cracks, and all in all it was a super fun gym session. The walls are shorter, but what they make up for in height, the place makes up for in challenge, so it was a refreshing gym trip.

I caught the bug going around our gym so took Monday and Tuesday as rest days, then climbed tonight at Kitsap. It was a fun night at the gym… lots of friends, and some inspiring new or new-ish routes. After climbing hard (and fun) I headed upstairs to up the ante on my weight routine and switch to full body weight dips, since I got up to doing sets of ten assisted dips and figured I could probably do full body weight at this point. Did some chin ups to copy the guys, and did more dips. Um… somewhere along the lines I have, apparently, gotten strong. I know I’ll feel the dips tomorrow… they’re not without their consequences… but they feel good, and seem to be helping with my tendon stability in my elbows and with my shoulders. It’s a good change up from push-ups, so while I’m still mostly just doing a little bit of climbing-specific weight/strength training, I am noticing a difference in my body. When other climbers start commenting about your back, I suppose, you’ve arrived.

So, on my way home from the gym, looking forward to a dose of glucosamine and a protein shake, I realized… I haven’t pulled out my little black dress since about January, when I had my last lawyer event. My November lawyer event is coming up tomorrow, and I just always wear the same thing. It’s not like anybody cares, and I don’t have — shall we say — an extensive girly wardrobe.

Turns out, there’s one downside to developing a climbergirl back.

Little Black Dress… no zippy.

Pout.

I’ll take it — I rarely buy clothes that won’t give, so it’s my bad for getting something that doesn’t stretch. I’d rather have my muscles than fit into that cute little dress. It’s funny that my size went down, because of losing weight over the summer, and has gone back up, because of putting on back muscle and pecs.

But still, despite my being okay with the fact that I’m turning into, as my friends affectionately call it, a manimal… I have no idea what I’m going to wear tomorrow. It may, don’t laugh, have to be a prana tank top with a cute skirt, since I have no time or budget to shop for a replacement little black dress. Sigh.

Sara Lingafelter

Sara (Grace) Lingafelter takes steps forward and backward toward a right-sized life on a daily basis.