Wednesday, 2 April 2014

Climbed higher still. 
I am oddly clever in this tempo, only doing little by little every time - four ascends, three of which are as high as the previous one and the last one just a little higher. True, the total lack of muscle is a factor, but I purposefully let go after getting a few feet further, even if I can see the next good step. 
Slowly, slowly, snail. I like this sport. I'm in no hurry to get stuck on a bigger problem than the next rung.