I've started several posts, but not finished them. Somehow, they just end up seeming dumb and I abandon ship in the middle of the composition. Sorta weird, this has happened a lot this year. It's pretty bad when I don't even care what I have to say...
Whatever...I've been busy playing Mafia Wars (DOH)...BUT NOW We have some excitement.
Thursday - Revenge on Apache Peak will be MINE! I think to kick off climbing season 2010, I will take a bottle of champagne and break it on the summit like as if it were a boat on her maiden voyage...(Hell no I won't do that...aside from the mess, and probably preferring to drink the alcohol vs. splat it, I'm not carrying that extra weight up to the top!) It's perfect...two years ago, it was start the season on Otis with fibular head subluxation, last year it was the Y couloir on Pikes with torn gastrocnemius, this year it will be Apache with a shredded elbow. I decided to start the season with a tale of redemption. As Gerry Roach would say: *CLASSIC*
The plan is to do this, then go get fat and lose all altitude superpowers in Florida for a week, then come back and do dragon's tail couloir on Meeker the week after we get back. Hopefully it will still have snow in it or that will make for a long boring hike...I've had my sights set on both of these routes for some time. Hopefully it will be a good start to the climbing season.
Next week we're going to Siesta Key Florida. Phat condo right on the shore. I'm excited to just hang out on the beach with the kids. Cam has never seen the ocean, and the last time CJ did...well...it wasn't pretty. You may recall the retarded Mexican vacation we had in 12/06. Chad and I have been to the Bahamas and Hawaii in the meantime. But Mexico is fired forever. I don't care if it's cheap.
Tae Kwon do...today "we" had a little hissy fit in class. I'm embarrassed to talk about it since it tarnishes my bad-assery in general. I got kicked in my elbow, yes the wrecked one, pain - no biggie - I'm good - but then I got tentative about getting it hit again, and then basically got my ass handed to me in sparring practice, and then proceeded to cry about it like a little biyatch. I got everyone all upset over me just being a baby. I guess all of a sudden I am putting all this pressure on myself to be awesome, since I will be testing for black belt in November...God and body willing...I must reconstruct my expectations of myself going forward. Nobody is putting this pressure on me but me. Well, I do feel like they have high expectations for me because of my athleticism. But that doesn't change the fact that I am very strong but not that quick...or that I just don't like sparring unless I'm genuinely pissed of and in a position to not feel bad about hurting the other person. Because...I...will...if I go all-out, and that is basically never going to happen unless I'm in a street fight (could happen at any minute in Golden, CO, I am just sayin'). SO. Let's try not to cry in tae kwon do, shall we? Deal.
I gotta go fit my crampons to my new kickass mountaineering boots y'all. I leave you with an image of their awesomeness...Behold...that which makes me lighter and faster and less bitchier...Also got a new GPS (glacier on Crestone ate it) and Spot (dropped it 100 ft down N. Maroon). All geared up. Peace-out.