Monday was my second game of the season. I was rockin' the ankle brace and pink wristband. A force to be reckoned ( I reckon) with. That is, until I started running. Oh man. No, it was so much my ankle as it was my lungs. DAMN! I need a brace for my lungs. Though, I could feign a limp to get subbed out. Moowahahaha! "Gasp...gasp...my....gasp...gasp...ankle...gasp....somebody...gasp...get in...."
"Who were you guarding?"
"Gasp...guarding....all....of...gasp....them..."
Yeah. So, I'll be riding my bike a lot more now. Because Tony Hawk just isn't helping me. Drinking gravy isn' either. I thought it would be the new Gatorade. Nope. Turns out it replinishes a lot more than just the stuff you sweat out.
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