Wednesday, October 05, 2011

Puddles


I got down with the Fire Flow II yoga class last night. It differs from Fire Flow I in that it seeks to punish any muscles FF1 missed I guess. I needed it though. I had to rinse the world out of my body and mind. Nothing but the ecstasy of suffering remains when it is 102 degrees and you are bent at the waist and standing on the palms of your own hands. When I left a bunch of kids were lining up with skimboards to surf across the slimy lake I left on the floor. I hope they got their shots.

I am going to tell y'all a story in a few weeks' time that is going to blow your minds. I mention it now as a literary device known as foreshadowing, although my lazy application of the technique qualifies it more as a "heads up." You will likely forget between now and the time of the telling, but when I tell it you will say, "That's right! He told us he was going to tell us!"

It might not even be that great a story in your opinion, but I think it is a pretty good one- especially from where I am sitting.

Oak Mountain, AL is on the horizon for me this weekend. There is no better trail to become familiar with any weaknesses in your fitness or technique. Either I am going to ride the shit out of that trail, or it is going to ride the shit out of me.

More ecstatic suffering either way

Juancho

6 comments:

Ms. Moon said...

Remind us.
As to ecstatic suffering- wouldn't it be easier just to get in five o'clock traffic?
Just kidding.

BIGWORM said...

I have serious Oak Mountain envy!

lopo said...

I have "story" envy!! ;)

Human Wrecking Ball said...

I have surfed some gnarly waves but I hope I never skimboard on another dudes sweat.
Enjoy the grind in Ala. I can't wait for the pending stories.

muggam said...

Drink water; ride the shit.

hitops said...

I love the Oak Mountain Trail, especially the parts where I get to walk my bike over stuff I can't ride.