Rock Climbing

I tried rock climbing for the first time at a Women's Expo in March. It was an amazing experience. I know I shouldn't have been, but I was nervous. I hate that falling feeling. A dear friend offered to climb with me. I think they gave her a harder course than I had... We both did pretty well. My arm strength is not that great and the grips got harder the higher I got. I made it to the top and pressed the buzzer, but my arms were tired. I was not able to look around and enjoy the view - I headed straight down. I couldn't bring myself to just ride the harness down, I had to climb.

By the time I was back on the ground, my adrenaline was going and my heart was racing. I knew that my arms would not be able to do that climb again any time soon. However, when someone offered me a bag of apples a few stalls over, I couldn't say no. I spent the rest of the afternoon carrying around a giant bag of apples. Couldn't just give the arms a break.

Closing Lenore's estate the past few months has felt like rock climbing, except each time I think I have reached the top and can start down, I find there is further to climb.When I finally do reach the bottom of this Lenore project I am going to be VERY tired. And I'm guessing when I'm done, there will be apples for me to carry...