Last night I climbed one of the cracks in the gym for the first time. It was sheer agony. If you aren’t familiar with crack climbing, imagine a smooth crack varying between two and four inches wide, then imagine jamming your hands and feet in there and walking up it. Pure masochism. My feet were in pain, my hands were in pain, and the swelling still hasn’t gone down on my wrists (I was wearing Hand Jammies, but they only protect the backs of your hands.) Jenn tells me if I can climb that crack, I can climb any crack outside, so I’m going to keep at it until I can do it as quickly and painlessly as she can.