Sharp pain shot through my joints early this morning leaping me in to action. This weekend I decided to play Ultimate Frisbee, and thought I was Jerry Rice laying out for catches. Problem is, when cursed with flat feet, one's body has an odd way of distributing your weight. I am one of these lucky few to be blessed with this affliction.
Being as I was unable to return to sleep, I decided to go for a morning skate boarding session along the Alameda beach front. How lucky am I to be able to go for a nice morning skate wearing only a t-shirt and flip flops on the first day of Fall? Absolutely great to be out there shredding up the concrete.
My father, Gary, just returned from his trip to Catalina where he was off playing on a Corsair 750. Sure wish I could have gone with him, but had other things to attend to. Still can not believe I have never been out to Catalina. Anyways, I washed the 750 for him, and got her looking like new again. Maybe I'm a wierd bird, but I love washing boats. Listening to Podcast and washing a boat is sublime enjoyment in my eyes.
As I sit here, it is hard not to be thankful for a day like today. It is great that a day with such a painful start could end up being such a fulfilling experience. I mean, it really could have gone either way, and today seemed destined to be one of those days where nothing goes right. So, it feels good on this first day of Fall to push through, and get things started on the right foot, even if it's flat.
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