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I crashed my bike yesterday, which was awesome. Now I have some really amazing road rash on my right arm and down my right side. It was a reminder that I need to be maybe a little more diligent about bike maintenance.
Also, I think I sprained my left middle finger, which makes both typing and general communication with Boston drivers difficult and painful.
What’s remarkable about this is that after all the crap I did last weekend without hurting myself, I managed to topple over my handlebars in the middle of an intersection simply because the chain fell off my bike.
I want to write about skydiving, but it’s difficult to express without sounding cheesy exactly how amazing an experience it is. Go almost two miles into the sky and jump and you’ll figure it out yourself.
I hope those of you who made it to Hooters were satisfied that I was sufficiently humiliated by the teenage wait staff. The wings there are decent, but Red Bones’ are better. Thank you all for driving so far and dressing up for what was essentially an attempt to gently grief you guys. I need to go back for the Korbel and Gourmet Wings dinner. Hopefully this weekend.
On Sunday I did something called the Warrior Dash with a few friends. This was basically a muddy three-mile long obstacle course on the side of a mountain. It was pure fun. They make you jump over fire and then hand you free beer. It’s wonderful. So much so that I’m doing another one – called Rugged Maniac – on October 2nd, and possibly another one (Ruckus Boston) in November. You should join me. It’s an excuse to climb on ropes and roll around in the mud like a pig.
Also, I think I sprained my left middle finger, which makes both typing and general communication with Boston drivers difficult and painful.
What’s remarkable about this is that after all the crap I did last weekend without hurting myself, I managed to topple over my handlebars in the middle of an intersection simply because the chain fell off my bike.
I want to write about skydiving, but it’s difficult to express without sounding cheesy exactly how amazing an experience it is. Go almost two miles into the sky and jump and you’ll figure it out yourself.
I hope those of you who made it to Hooters were satisfied that I was sufficiently humiliated by the teenage wait staff. The wings there are decent, but Red Bones’ are better. Thank you all for driving so far and dressing up for what was essentially an attempt to gently grief you guys. I need to go back for the Korbel and Gourmet Wings dinner. Hopefully this weekend.
On Sunday I did something called the Warrior Dash with a few friends. This was basically a muddy three-mile long obstacle course on the side of a mountain. It was pure fun. They make you jump over fire and then hand you free beer. It’s wonderful. So much so that I’m doing another one – called Rugged Maniac – on October 2nd, and possibly another one (Ruckus Boston) in November. You should join me. It’s an excuse to climb on ropes and roll around in the mud like a pig.