April 28, 2005
Spring Doldrums
I was dreaming that I wrote a really good blog entry. Can't quite seem to remember it. Heh.
So... Spring is here, and when I say Doldrums I don't mean that mentally or emotionally: it's pretty much a weather thing. And somehow it correlates to my reintroduction as a soccer player after 6 months of "rehabilitation" from my extreme ankle injury.
*The "quotes" are because doctors still haven't approved drinking as a way to rehabilitate a severe ankle injury.
Coming back into my own in terms of fitness reminds me of this year's Spring weather. Starts nicely, but turns ugly quickly. Last Wednesday night? Indoor soccer and insurance-busting hail. Sunday? Outdoor and 2 hours of 38F degree sleet. Last night? Rain storm followed by sleet mixed into snow.
As I said, following the pattern of my injury recovery: starts nice as I jog around a bit, but quickly turns painful and icky as I realize that my endurance is non-existent and so is my muscle-strength for supporting said ankle.
Since I'm not physically bizzy of late, you'd think I could spend time on cerebral pursuits such as writing in this blog.
Heh.
Surprisingly, life has intruded of late and things have been quite busy.
Whether it's...
...extra kiddie time because Daycare Lady went on vacation...
...or new soccer pursuits (both playing on an amateur level and watching as the MLS professional season is upon us, or my work promoting The Rocky Mountain Cup as a C10 board member)...
...or putting time in fearfully taking up snowboarding after a season off just to finish a few days for the '04-'05 season. You know, see if I still gots it (I do) and my ankle will hold up (it did)...
...or spending this week volunteering every day at Cook Street enjoying a free refresher course in Classic Techniques European menu while helping the instructor-chefs and new students make their way through the classic French and Italian cooking that is so much a part of fine, elevated foodstuffs...
...making Chubby Snowmen...
...or, frankly, spending last Saturday with my brother-in-law trying out our new
red patio furniture and new keg of Heineken on a gorgeous Spring day (before the sleet hit Sunday):
No, this isn't my brother-in-law. It's his freaky kids. I chose this picture out of the hundreds of great ones we have because it a) shows our new furniture and b) shows Liam smiling at the camera. Kathy's got a weird expression and so does the nephew (the niece is hiding her face).
But none of this is really why I stopped writing.
Mostly, it's the number of secrets I'm carrying around of late. Nothing serious or particularly interesting. Just more like "Don't tell Bobby that Jimmy said that Katrina likes Tommy!" kind of stuff.
I have trouble keeping everything straight. What am I supposed to tell (or not tell) whom? Or who?
Sheesh....
Posted by BilFish at April 28, 2005 06:14 AM