A Nice Surprise
When I finished my last climb Saturday and returned to the basement to give the chip to the timing people, Hubby asked me how many climbs I finished. I said 7. He gave me that little smile that says I'm doing some wishful thinking then replied, "I think you only did 5." I was devastated. I really, really wanted to have finished 7 climbs. I wallowed in my sadness for a few minutes, thinking maybe I goofed up on my counts, but to have added two extra climbs in was just more than my fairly logical brain could handle. Could I have been that off? After showering and packing up to head home, we returned to the ballroom to get something to eat and to check the results. What was posted on the bulletin board made me a little happier. I was listed as having completed 6 climbs. Part of my disappointment dissipated upon seeing this, and during the drive home, I made some peace with not having accomplished my goal of 7 climbs. All day yesterday I waited for the official results to b...