"By now I'm thumping through the Ikea and Tescos. I don't seem to have noticed the past two miles. But it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter that I'm injured. It doesn't matter that I'm stuck in the city. I feel reconciled in my particles of flesh, my molecules of sinew. I know what to answer. My trainers pound the tarmac in a familiar mantra: I'm a climber, I'm a climber, I'm a climber."
It doesn't matter. I'm a climber.
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