shoulder pain

Last night was my third consecutive day climbing. So, to take it easy I went to the shed, which is most definately not easy. Probably the shed is the worst place in the world to climb on my third day in a row. Its steep and mean. Everything shut me down. The skin on my fingertips felt so bad I could have sworn Phil replaced his climbing holds with acid-soaked sand paper. And I woke up this morning with shoulder pain. There is a sharp pain between and below my anterior and medial deltoid when I raise my arm above shoulder level. While working out yesterday I did not notice injuring myself. This is just about worst case scenario. I loathe shoulder injuries. Shoulders are hard to heal and the pain is omnipresent. No other joint condition affects my weight lifting and climbing more than shoulder health. When my shoulders are injured I feel like I can't do any of the things I want to do. Hopefully this does not develop into a serious problem.

the playground

I went to 'the playground' with Paul - it was rad. This was my first time at this crag, Paul's too. We wanted to get on a rope so we did a bunch of laps on easy stuff. This kind of climbing is a little new to me so I'm sure it's good for me. The routes were slightly past vertical, to vertical, to slab. In about three hours we did a 5.8, 5.8, 5.6, 5.10a, 5.10c, and top-roped an 11d. The 11d shredded my fingertips. This frickin route was born to shut me down - near vertical, thin crimps. I weigh 197 lbs. I've been living at the Owl Tor for six years. This hellish slab crimpathon made me want to cry. I thought I might cry. I might have cried. If Paul says I cried he's a liar. Anyways, Paul has technique, and he's strong, so he did much better. I posted directions to the playground on the right.