chapter 54: hey dirty, baby I got your money...

When I left the clog factory tonight the skies opened up for a brief moment caused me to be saddened. I so love cross practice, and the thought of it being cancelled made me very sad. But alas, Slick Rick the ruler, called it " game on" , and so it was. Albeit the smallest gathering of the year, once the barriers were set up the sky's as if not wanting to rain on our parade, subsided.


Slick Rick and I decided we should take it easy tonight, just some skills work and a lot of bullshiting. Then Monkey cracked the whip a bit, and we had a couple of nice efforts. All in all it was a very fun practice. It was strangely warm, and despite my tired, almost wooden legs, I had a very fun time. After practice a group of us hit El Hefe, and enjoyed some fine mexican food, although I admit my enchiladas did not agree with my constitution, if you know what I mean. Next week I'm going with a burrito...

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