What My Arms Remember
October twenty-ninth. There is chalk under my fingernails that I will not fully excavate until tomorrow, and I am fine with that. Three years ago I walked into the gym two neighbo…
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The Sparkling Water Was Free
February eighteenth. The bouldering gym did a thing for Valentine's weekend. A mixer, the sign said, and I want to be clear that neither Simone nor I read the word 'mixer' before…
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The Pen Was Already Out
February seventh. There was a sign-up sheet on the counter. Hand-lettered, slightly crooked, the kind that gets made on a Tuesday when someone has good intentions and a marker. I…
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The Research I Definitely Didn't Do
October twenty-second. It was a Saturday. Simone had mentioned the outdoor bouldering spot the way she mentions things, offhand, while we were unlacing our shoes after a Tuesday s…
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Just Your Hands
May tenth. The question Simone asked at the end of last Saturday was a practical one: do we do this again? And I told her I didn't know yet, which was honest, and she nodded the w…
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What Your Hands Already Know
April twenty-ninth. I keep thinking about my hands. Not in a dramatic way, more in the way you think about something that surprised you by being honest. Last Saturday Simone and I…
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Eight Feet Felt Like Something
April eighteenth. The notice said Saturday morning, low wall, all levels welcome. I had been looking at it for three weeks, or rather, Simone had pointed at it three weeks ago at…
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The Wall Had Notes
January fifth. I signed up for a beginner bouldering session at the climbing gym on Tuesday and did not tell anyone because I knew exactly what would happen if I did: someone woul…
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