But I signed up for the Clymb anyway. Dudes, it’s Gilt for outdoors stuff, and it is sweet. I scored this two-person sleeping bag as a present for Mike (and myself, right right) at 60% off.
Today I am eyeing a new bike helmet, and at some point some yoga pants are going to get bought – it’s just going to happen. Even though I don’t do yoga. Yoga pants are irresistible because they simultaneously speak of exercise and sloth. Tricksy.
I did, however, resent this all-too-accurate descriptor:
Cranial insults aside, since I usually know exactly what gear I need, and I do my research, I have a feeling that I won’t go too overboard. So the Clymb and I will – aside from my resentment of its spelling – be very good friends.