Finding Momentum

So I fell off my long­board and twisted my ankle maybe two months ago. And it got insanely crazy bet­ter the first night… but the rest of the heal­ing process kind of stopped there.

That was two [?] months ago, and my ankle still hasn’t healed right. And I can’t run like I usu­ally do. And my bike tires are under­in­flated and I haven’t got­ten around to buy­ing a pump. So since I’ve been home, I’ve been active maybe a total of zero times. And intake is def­i­nitely exceed­ing out­put. Yeah, I hate whin­ers, espe­cially hyp­o­crit­i­cal ones.

Mom, why is your food so good. Cursesssss…

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I love thrift store shop­ping. It’s those gems you find once in awhile that make it worth­while. It’s the built-in dealfinder [read: cheap (I get this from my dad)] that is in my DNA.

Tried to go explor­ing today up High­way 9 (Big Basin) but alas, my fears of wast­ing fuel con­quered my desire to see what’s on the other side of the high­way. It’s a won­der­ful feel­ing though, dri­ving with the win­dows down, music up, and the for­est around you. Too bad it costs you an arm and a leg these days.

I got tailed by like four or five fast dri­vers. Say it’s you being tailed. You’re new to the area, you’re dri­ving a curvy two-lane high­way. What do you do?

Pic­ture of the Day

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