I still need a climbing icon

Tonight I had actual instruction at the gym. This was quite beneficial. We went over general technique (my footwork didn't suck to begin with--woo!), and I top-roped on the slab wall. I climbed three slabs five or six times (total, not each). Once the sweaty-palmed dry-mouthed panic stopped, it was a lot of fun. Once I stop being a chicken-shit on the bouldering routes, things can only improve. Now I get to spend a month or so getting over the chicken-shit part, and then I get another lesson.

And now, vindaloo.