He sat on a rock and pulled out the gray logbook. He’d filled 187 pages. The last entry was from yesterday:
Morning: 2 hrs Z2, 400m vert. Felt stupid. Want to sprint. Didn’t. Afternoon: 4x4 min Z5 on stairmill. Knee sore but stable. the new alpinism training log
His climbing partners noticed. “You’re weirdly calm,” said Meg, after a long glacier traverse. “Last year you would have been yelling.” He sat on a rock and pulled out the gray logbook
The story, of course, has a summit. But not the one you think. ” said Meg