My fabulous bruise and a note about space

Tyler made this new route at the wall that is really mean. Its meanness is directly proportional to the damage it inflicts on your body. It requires grinding your right forearm into the sharp corner of the wall, and after doing that a few times your forearm is likely to object.

There are variety of ways forearms can make their displeasure known, but in this case the majority of forearms subjected to Tyler's torture have started with swelling and soreness and then go on to develop some spectacular colours. This is by far the biggest bruise I've ever had, and I'm quite proud of it. I hope it sticks around for a while so I can feel all tough showing it to people. ;)

Here it is one day after Tyler's punishment: (note that there is no colour here, mostly just swelling)

Here it is this morning in all its glory, starting to get into the better colours:

Ok, onto less interesting things. In general, these blog thingies are far easier to read if there is some space separation between your thoughts. I am far more likely to read what you've written if its broken up visually by proper paragraphing. I am talking to you, Jeff. ;)

Oh yeah, the top picture is the lovely view from the top of Bald Peak, in Welsford.