Deep need to brag, humor me please...
After three years of being a total cripple, surgurys, rehab, yada yada boring, they told me all the sports and stuff I wouldn't do again, right? Last night I went to fencing club to sell off my gear (VERY competitive for 16 years, then off the map since I got hurt)) and all these twitty kids who didn't know who I was were so rude- and I showed 'em. No jacket, no body armour, just a mask and weapon, went through most of the practice pool and totally humiliated them. Bound one pompous little twits weapon, ripped it out of his hand, then caught it in my back hand like Errol Flynn! How freaky is that? Lamo movie stuff, unless you suddenly do it and the whole gym applauds. It will never happen again, Zen moment. Threw in a tumbling run after, used to be famous for that. So cool to know I can do a cartwheel roundoff back flip flop, pretty good for a fat old cripple who isn't supposed to be able to walk...
Spent the day packed in ice with big smirk on face. I'm still too fat to tumble, and supposedly too old. Popped a bone out of place in my foot. Thank God it shoved back in.
This is the equivalent of riding away from some snotty little triathelete wannabe at 30 mph uphill. Nothing puts the irritating in their place like a desicive and overwhelming show of superior athletic ability. And gym time pays off:D
So, I'm ready to ride this summer!
A much more confident missliz