My arms hurt.
My legs hurt.
My fingers and my hands hurt.
My heels and toes hurt.
My knees hurt (but not my elbows).
My back hurts and my hips hurt.
I'm going to be bruised and blistered and sore tomorrow.
But despite all that my spirits are high.
I pushed and pulled myself to the top of the wall several times. I climbed past what I thought I could, telling myself I could make it one more hold, one more reach. I found my way through the difficult passages, sometimes back-stepping, sometimes jumping. Where my body wanted to quit, my mind persevered.
Sure, I'm tired and I'm sore, but it means I succeeded.
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