Legs are sore, eyes are heavy. Another week passes.
Some highlights, some mistakes, most certainly the "butchering" I did on my haircut on Christmas Eve. A little champagne and too much confidence left me with one of the poorest haircuts I've ever had.
I forgot to put the right gauge on the clippers, and the moment I touched the side of my head with them, "Bzzt." Oh shit. I just looked in the mirror, ad then debated about doing the same thing to the other side just to, you know even things out. jk.
My brother thinks it's hysterical, calls me "patches."
On the bright side when I'm down in Florida I won't be talking about talking to girls. In fact, I think girls will be talking about talking to me.
Daring eachother to ask me "What is wrong with your hair, did you have some sort of operation, are you sick, why is it a triangle, can I touch the "patch."
Oh well, at least I don't have any job interviews over break.
This weeks training was highlighted by some fitness tests and of course, swimming. More paddles.paddles.paddles. I'm gonna be RIPPED, come Spring!
I also got to find some meaning in the saying "you can always do one more." QCASSIDY has a run with Denton in "Once a Runner." The intervals just keep piling on and on, and after Cassidy completely blows on the last one, Denton announces he has another set to run, and another and...
Well this morning during the swim I counted wrong, and after what I thought I finished the set, I was feeling satisfied, my arms feeling like jello, sinking in the water. I was asked "Did I interrupt your break?" by the coach. "GET ON IT!" he says. And I'm off for another round, painfully slithering through the water. But hey I thought of Cassidy, and got it done, and thats it.
Rest Well
Oh for all the shit I'm getting from my brother, I need some revenge. So I posted the most ridiculous photo of him at the beach this summer when we thought it would be funny to go "merman."
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