Shoulder Recovery

I haven't written much about my shoulder and the recovery thereof. When I first hurt my shoulder I hit a brief stage of sadness thinking of recovery but an actual happiness that my shoulder would be better than when I had surgery on it 7 years ago. I had a shoulder that would chronically pop out of place after my first surgery and had grooved part of my bone because of it. Since that first surgery I had always thought it was going to get hurt again because it was so unstable. Even though I knew something was coming it was still hard to accept the fate that is recovery. It's a long and lonesome road and takes everything I have to keep myself going sometimes. The constant pain is torture and yet when I make even a little bit of headway it makes me so happy that I can keep gritting my teeth through it all. Even through these hardships, though, I think I'm making such good headway that I will be able to climb again and I will be able to do triathlons again. Having 5 pins in my shoulder will forever be a reminder of the commitment that's involved in climbing or backcountry skiing. Even if there is a lot of risk involved there is a lot of satisfaction.

I've gotten a little bit off point, but the point of this post is to fill you all in on the recovery. For as hard as it is there is a lot of happiness of getting back to normal. I still have a long road ahead and for as much as I feel like recovery is slow my PT informs me constantly that I'm far ahead of the curve. She's been keeping my head above water on some of the bad weeks.

I'll be back here soon enough...

Hello everyone. I've been working on my thesis revisions and generally staring at my computer in a dumbfounded nature. I feel like it's been working. And in amazing news I woke up to a glorious whiteness that is winter. There was easily a foot of snow down before I even left for work. Pretty sweet. Plus it's been snowing all day and we'll be above 20 inches here soon!

Anyways, the real point of this post is to throw up some pictures from climbing Devils Tower. This has a pretty good story to it too.

A couple friends told me they were heading there one day and I said I would be heading back home so I'd meet them there the next morning and climb with them. Well, they get there in good time, throw up a camp and are able to have a good 'ol time while I'm trying to pack up my climbing gear back in Bozeman.

Well, I'm gathering my gear and since I had just finished up school I was hoping I still had enough brain usage to remember all my things. I don't leave Bozeman until almost 9pm. This makes for a long evening of driving and I finally pull over somewhere in Wyoming and sleep just off the interstate with some truckers. When I wake up at 6am I hop in the drivers seat and take off for the Tower. Luckily I get there before they even wake up so I at least don't miss them. On the downside, though, I got up too early and am now waiting in the parking lot just getting my gear together. When they finally wake up and meet me in the parking lot we roll on over to Soler with way too much gear and string the two pitches up quite well. The climb was a lot of fun (I've only done the first pitch before) and we made it up without too many complications. Although we did have a good 'ol time with three of us on a hanging belay. So crowded and uncomfortable.

Well, here's the photos from the trip.

Yep, I look pretty stoked right here.

The summit

Final Days of the Thesis

I just handed in my last chapter to my advisor a few days ago and am now working on revisions. This means I'll be done with everything this semester and can finally move on from academia.

The downside is that I still have a hurt shoulder and cannot therefore go run around on the side of a cliff or even hiking for that matter. It was so nice the last couple days that I wish I could be out climbing rather than doing physical therapy. For once I'm going to do this rehab right and make sure my shoulder is as good if not better than before surgery.

Anyways, here's some more pictures from random beer tastings and the general snowiness of Montana (at least until the last few days when it decided to be 50 for some reason).