As of now, I bet you got me wrong
So unsure, you run from something strong
I haven't felt like this in so long
Wipeout video from yesterday.
Getting old is a bitch.
Here is a laundry list of my current ailments:
1. Left middle finger, swollen knuckle. No, not from overuse. I banged it on a rock in those chutes Monday.
2. Left palm, bruised. Same chute, same rock.
3. Interior right knee, sore. Tweaked it on an awkward landing/wipeout about 3 weeks ago. Re-aaggravated it Friday.
4. Right trapezius/shoulder, sore. Strained while attempting to self arrest in chutes. e.g. see #1 & #2.
5. Low back muscle soreness. If you're jumpin' around all day on a mountain, that is bound to happen.
6. Left and right quads/thigh soreness. Ditto.
7. Hip flexor soreness, left and right. See #5 and #6.
8. Big left toe, bruised, tender, currently numb. Yes, Sgt. Kulka is hurtin'. My new boots are crushing my big toe. This is probably the worst of the list. It is actually numb right now. Oddly, I am thankful for that, since it means I can't feel the pain.
I'm hoping the nail or the toe itself just falls off.
In other words, I am sore from my neck to the very tips of my toes. Oddly, my cranium remains bulletproof, with or without helmet. Cranium attributes this to 35 years of "conditioning."
Body responds, "We're pretty sure he's rotting from the inside out. We've been killing brain cells, millions at a time, for years. There can't be much left in there..."
Cherry on Top: For my apres-ski yesterday, I came home and made a cup of green tea. I fell asleep on the couch at 9:45, and then woke up three times last night to pee because I drank so much water.
SATURDAY NIGHT!!!!!! WOO-HOO!!!!! PAR-TAY!!!!!!
We're going hiking or snowshoeing or cross-country skiing today. I need to create new areas of soreness. My ankles, for instance, are fine and dandy.
Body states, "Those uppity bitches, encased in cushy, stiff boots all day. A little flex here, a little stretch there. Nothing strenuous. Bastards.
We actually heard those fuckers whistling yesterday. Whistling?!"
Note to self: Consider sleeping with helmet on, as a precaution.
"If you're a single guy in a retirement community and you can drive at night, you're pretty much George Clooney." -Overheard on CBS Sunday morning moments ago, which inspired this post.
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P.S. Can anyone tell me how to set up those video links so they open in a new page?
Email me at thedudeabides_01@yahoo.com
Getting old is a bitch.
Here is a laundry list of my current ailments:
1. Left middle finger, swollen knuckle. No, not from overuse. I banged it on a rock in those chutes Monday.
2. Left palm, bruised. Same chute, same rock.
3. Interior right knee, sore. Tweaked it on an awkward landing/wipeout about 3 weeks ago. Re-aaggravated it Friday.
4. Right trapezius/shoulder, sore. Strained while attempting to self arrest in chutes. e.g. see #1 & #2.
5. Low back muscle soreness. If you're jumpin' around all day on a mountain, that is bound to happen.
6. Left and right quads/thigh soreness. Ditto.
7. Hip flexor soreness, left and right. See #5 and #6.
8. Big left toe, bruised, tender, currently numb. Yes, Sgt. Kulka is hurtin'. My new boots are crushing my big toe. This is probably the worst of the list. It is actually numb right now. Oddly, I am thankful for that, since it means I can't feel the pain.
I'm hoping the nail or the toe itself just falls off.
In other words, I am sore from my neck to the very tips of my toes. Oddly, my cranium remains bulletproof, with or without helmet. Cranium attributes this to 35 years of "conditioning."
Body responds, "We're pretty sure he's rotting from the inside out. We've been killing brain cells, millions at a time, for years. There can't be much left in there..."
Cherry on Top: For my apres-ski yesterday, I came home and made a cup of green tea. I fell asleep on the couch at 9:45, and then woke up three times last night to pee because I drank so much water.
SATURDAY NIGHT!!!!!! WOO-HOO!!!!! PAR-TAY!!!!!!
We're going hiking or snowshoeing or cross-country skiing today. I need to create new areas of soreness. My ankles, for instance, are fine and dandy.
Body states, "Those uppity bitches, encased in cushy, stiff boots all day. A little flex here, a little stretch there. Nothing strenuous. Bastards.
We actually heard those fuckers whistling yesterday. Whistling?!"
Note to self: Consider sleeping with helmet on, as a precaution.
"If you're a single guy in a retirement community and you can drive at night, you're pretty much George Clooney." -Overheard on CBS Sunday morning moments ago, which inspired this post.
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P.S. Can anyone tell me how to set up those video links so they open in a new page?
Email me at thedudeabides_01@yahoo.com
posted by Joe at
7:44 AM
2 Comments:
Inside the link brackets, after the address, include this:
target=0
That should do the trick.
I like the videos. They give me a little vertigo, but in a good way. The audio on the wipeout video freaked the hell out of my bird,who started flapping around the cage like crazy. Too funny.
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