11 days

What's up? We're getting closer and closer to this crazy ass vacation. Get ready, strap in, cuz it's on it's way.

So I went extraordinarily hard this weekend. It started out Friday with a game, then Saturday with another game, then a party at Jenk's, then lifeguard inservice. The inservice was a good wrap-up for everything, it was less like an inservice, more like Seal Training. And being harshly hungover it was very unpleasant.

I watched the movie 127 hours. Where this guy gets his arm stuck on a rock and has to cut it off to survive. Then I watched his interview on Dateline. It has an effect of empowerment to me. Like if this dude can cut his own fucking arm off, I can do that and anything else if I need to. Like it's just so ridiculously unfathomable that it tricks your mind into wanting to go insanely hard in the paint like that guy did. The guy complains a lot while he's stuck in the rock, but remember he' allowed to cuz he's in a really shitty situation.

It's described as an "epic": a stand off between man and nature. An epic is when the environment around you tries to kill you, when a fight to the death ensues, and survival will come at a cost. Really adventurous outdoorsy people have epics everyone now and again, and it's cool as fuck! Like I know I should be careful what I wish for, but a "fight to the death with nature" is fucking intense! And I kind of want one... I just want to be tested. I've never really had an opportunity to prove that I can haul ass if necessary.

Well I'm done. Until next time...