What a dreamy Sunday that was! After training for about three hours in the morning, I drank a little Clif Recovery shake, and then headed out to the gym to put holds up while I awaited my coaching student. She arrived shortly after, and I spent a fun hour watching her climbing improve dramatically as she learned—fast! Always my favorite, students who just pick up on what I’m saying right away and start moving their bodies better, making improvements rapidly. By the end of the hour, she was tired, and her hands were torn up, so it was time to be done.

In the house, she held up her end of the bargain. A massage student, she set up her portable table and sent me off into one of those dreamy massage trances for over an hour. Ahhh. Pure relaxation, right when my body really needed it. I’d thought that perhaps after this, I’d put in some time writing on my personal book project (that I finally started on Saturday, realizing that if I didn’t just make the time to work on it, I’d never start it, because there will always, always, ALWAYS!, as I’ve observed before, be “something to do” that needs doing). After the massage, though, and walking the dog (who’d been waiting and crouching with his bum in the air wagging his tail all day long in anticipation for this incredible happening), I felt more like just giving myself the rest of the day off.

It was already evening, after all, and I had a movie and the start of the second season of The Wire to watch, so why not? Plus, I just felt purely tired, ready to kick back and relax, and I decided to honor this desire, and let my whole being recharge, body-mind-spirit. I treated myself to a delicious dinner of chicken noodle soup and date-nut bread, followed by a divine whole-milk yogurt, which is perhaps one of my favorite treats in the world. It’s so different entirely from the gelatinous hyper-sweetened nonfat goop that passes as yogurt for most people these days. I highly recommend it—find a brand that’s sweetened with maple syrup and/or honey, and is whole milk with cream on top, and oh, man, are you in for a treat. It’s an entirely different food.

After the yogurt, I was walking down the stairs, which are very, very steep in my house, and it finally happened—about halfway down, my slipper-clad foot lost its footing, caught an edge, and off I was, sledding down the rest of the stairs on my butt and flinging the spoon from the empty yogurt container off into God-knows-where with a clanking clatter (I found it this morning sitting on a shelf as if it had been placed there for decoration on purpose; last night it eluded me). Nothing hurt, I giggled to myself as I picked myself up from the base of the stairs in one piece, reflecting on just how klutzy I tend to get when I’m really tired from climbing training.

This revelation didn’t stop me from dumping near-boiling hot spiced tea all over my thigh a few minutes later as the teacup slipped slightly in my hand. Lovely. I didn’t hurt myself in this episode, either, and at least it was only a small amount of the tea. Hello, self. Please pay way more attention to those little, everyday tasks like walking and drinking tea when you’re pooped from training!

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