Wednesday night was the kick-off for the countdown. I had dinner with Kelly to celebrate her birthday, commemmorate our eleven month mark, and catch up on some lost time. Thursday night I had wine night with my good friend Jessica. And now Erin and I are planning for a fantastic three-day weekend of beach and sightseeing five hours south in Busan, Korea’s second largest city.
Also, I am extremely excited that I am now the proud owner of my very own rope, quick draws, slings, webbing, yada-yada-yada…basically a nice rack of climbing equipment so that I no longer have to mooch off people. Of course, I am leaving in a month, but I could not pass up the deal. My climbing buddy has decided to do a “midnight run” from his job because he scored a teaching position in Spain, so he offered me all this fairly new equipment for the sweet price of $200.
Unfortunately, there will not be a chance to play with my new climbing gear on this weekend’s trip to Busan. For about a week I have had a major, sharp pain through my chest…so bad I thought my poor little boob was going to fall off. Thanks to the internet, I have self-diagnosed myself with “Costochondritis.” It is a fancy name for a pulled chest muscle, and frankly, I like saying I have it. However, I am starting to lose faith in my diagnosis, as the pain gets worse and worse each day, to the point that I have difficulty breathing, regardless of the fact that I have taken a break from any upper-body exercise.
Oh well…the weekend should be a fun time!