April 3, 2014

Rediscovering rock climbing


Firstly, a quick update on the publishing situation: My results were sent to our collaborators at the University of Lyon (oui oui) yesterday and they seem to correlate to a similar study they’ve done on bacteria, which is hugely reassuring. The team there is compiling the information as we speak and are going to submit to both the journal of Organic and Biomolecular Chemistry and the journal of Chemical Communications, which have huge followings. Fingers crossed!

For the past month, I’ve been sharing the house with Jess and her boyfriend Pete, which has been pretty chilled but fun. I think they feel a bit sorry for me being a third wheel and are always cooking me dinner; I even came home to brownies from the posh bakery yesterday! Pete is due to return to Cornwall in a few weeks, but decided to take a last minute trip over to Brisbane before he leaves Australia to stay with uni friends and go surfing. He flew out on Monday, leaving Jess and I to have a girlie week; so, being the girlie girls we are, the first thing we decided to do was go rock climbing after work on Wednesday.

I was really looking forward to going climbing, as I haven’t done it for years and I used to be absolutely obsessed. From when we were about 12 or 13, two of my best friends and I went to a big barn in Bude to go bouldering (climbing with no ropes) every Thursday night. It was such good exercise and we got pretty good; I had biceps and abs and everything! We also did a load of trips with a climbing club to all the big spots, like Cheddar Gorge. Other things ended up taking over and I stopped going, which was a bit of a shame, so I was interested to see whether I could still do it minus the muscle mass!

I met Jess close to campus after finishing work early and we drove over to Rockface in Northbridge, just north of the city centre. The building was on an industrial street was very plain and unassuming from the outside, but inside it was gigantic; two-storeys high and lined with loads of good routes. After paying our $30, filling out a medical form and being fitted with the usual kit (a harness that makes it look like you have a package and chinese-torture shoes – definitely haven’t missed wearing those), we made our way over to the beginners’ wall to have our memories refreshed on how to belay each other. With this rather important knowledge covered, we were basically set free to do whatever we wanted. As it was a weekday afternoon, we pretty much had the place to ourselves, apart from a brief visit from a class of school kids, and we certainly got our money’s worth by trying every route possible. It’s amazing how quickly a skill you’ve not done for such a long time comes back to you! I definitely wouldn’t call us experts, but we both managed most of the easier routes with no problems, despite a few clammy-handed moments near the top. Possibly even more fun than the climbing was pretending to be secret agents and descending as quickly as possible on the ropes!

After two and a half hours, we were absolutely shattered and ready to go home. As we were leaving, the nice man “made us a deal” because we seemed like “a lot of fun” – five return sessions and hire for $49, which is such good value! We took him up on his offer as we had such a laugh; it’s also a great way to work out if you fancy something different. We’re hoping to be nicely toned after a few weekly visits and it's such a nice way to spend the afternoon after having our brains frazzled at work and uni.

We left Rockface with aching muscles and the beginnings of some nasty blisters, which were to be expected, and memberships, which definitely wasn’t. Another unexpected surprise was the parking ticking slapped on Jess’ windscreen; we were so excited about our climbing adventure that we forgot to buy one, so what we saved on return trips, we spent on a parking fine. Oh well; you win some, you lose some!

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