New country, new things

I came to England with a desire to try new things, and in that spirit I tried rock climbing tonight. Let me tell you, I really suck--a lot. I couldn't even climb halfway up the easy wall. My friends, who had never been rock climbing either, zipped right up the easy wall, but not me. Perhaps it's because I have a bit more body to get up the wall. However, I paid my 15 GBP and joined the mountaineering club tonight because I'm determinted that eventually I'm going to climb up that damn wall, and that will be a happy day. In the meantime, my hands still feel weak, and I'm sure I'm going to be uncomfortably sore tomorrow, but that's fine. It will all be worth it when I make it to the top of that wall.