Okay, okay... I'm still alive. Thought I died, did ya? You were wrong.
Hello anyone,
I'm actually writing a quick note this evening simply because a few people have mentioned to me that I hadn't written in my blog; this, I know.
It's kind of funny right now though, I'm not sure if I'm even supposed to have a blog anymore--this was originally set up by my club so that I could write about my season as it progressed. But, my season's over. What do I do with my blog? Well, I'm still not sure.
Update on the hip: Still sore!! Essentially, the muscle's fine at this point but the bursa is still probably not in the best shape. That, however, probably won't go away for a while. Also, there's been a couple conversations regarding the possibility of a bone bruise. Ultimately, that doesn't really mean anything, but I thought I'd tell ya anyway.
I'm gearing up to do a show next weekend in Fargo, North Dakota. I hear it's warm there. I've done this show before and it's a lot of fun. If anyone's in the area, you should come see it!
That's all for this evening. Maybe I'll write again soon... if I have anything to say (which isn't rare).
G'night!
B
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Still Sore!!!
Woh there... WOH THERE!!!! That's right, I'm STILL SORE!!!!
If you're wondering what I'm talking about, I'm referring to my sore hip after my short program 11 days ago. 11 days!!! I swear, 4 days is the usual recovery time for hitting your hip the way I hit mine. What's this whole multi-day deal?... not sure I'm a fan.
Hello, all. Just thought I'd write a quick line to let you know about my hip. Not sure why, just thought I'd do that.
I'd also like to note that this is one of the most bizarre times of the year for me... it's almost like the world crumbles, quickly dissentegrates and reforms itself as some sort of blank, moldable, slippery lump of clay with which I'm supposed to reshape my understanding of my own existence. Essentially, that's a colorful way of saying that every year after nationals, I throw myself headfirst into my next quarter-life crisis, undergoing yet another existential breakdown from which I can only hope to emerge with a stronger sense of how my life is exactly what I want it to be.
Aaahhhhhhh, good thing I got that off my chest. Lol!
Be well,
B
If you're wondering what I'm talking about, I'm referring to my sore hip after my short program 11 days ago. 11 days!!! I swear, 4 days is the usual recovery time for hitting your hip the way I hit mine. What's this whole multi-day deal?... not sure I'm a fan.
Hello, all. Just thought I'd write a quick line to let you know about my hip. Not sure why, just thought I'd do that.
I'd also like to note that this is one of the most bizarre times of the year for me... it's almost like the world crumbles, quickly dissentegrates and reforms itself as some sort of blank, moldable, slippery lump of clay with which I'm supposed to reshape my understanding of my own existence. Essentially, that's a colorful way of saying that every year after nationals, I throw myself headfirst into my next quarter-life crisis, undergoing yet another existential breakdown from which I can only hope to emerge with a stronger sense of how my life is exactly what I want it to be.
Aaahhhhhhh, good thing I got that off my chest. Lol!
Be well,
B
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