spring break 07 continues... luke gone wild...
lessee, it's tuesday, so i ate (huevos rancheros type thing on toast w veggie sausage), ski'd, ate, read (re-reading hunt for red october, just finished louis l'amours The Lonesome Gods, yes, classic spring break junk reading). The pile of grading awaits.
The ski was good, classic skiing, with a story: I'm standing there, on a VERY gentle hill, and i go to drink some water from my water bottle, and WHOOMBAMO, legs go flying down hill, flop to the ground... THEN i spit out my mouthfull of water... and laugh for a full 2 minutes...
Then, I ate more (oh, i already said that), then went to coach for a bit, then, read some more, then played guitar for an hour, then ate some more...
tommorrow more of the same...
oh, yesterday, i ski'd, coached, then went for a bike ride... and now i can check something off my list of things i will never do. i rode for an hour in POURING RAIN, 50 degrees or less... i was so cold, and numb that when i was fumbling around in the back pocket of my bike vest for my keys... i found my pump... i tried again, and found my tube... each time my frozen brick like hands were sure i had the keys...
so, woo hoo.
2 comments:
Smith, when is frisbee, i might come toss some left handed disc around with you guys.
berto, many, many people have said that the greatest thing that ever happened to my game was missing 6 weeks with a broken hand, and missing 2 months with a torn pcl, and missing 4 weeks with an mcl sprain.
they were my team mates. and it's only after 17 odd (very odd) years of frisbee that i finally realized what they meant.
those jerks.
i'll email you.
smith.
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