blonder by the minute..

Saturday morning I rolled my ankle doing strides in the grass. Curse you, skinny ankles. It's an annual event for my left ankle, occurring whenever I venture off the pavement. I hit a hole at the end of a stride and felt the outside of my ankle bone hit the grass. The stupidity left me with some time to kill, so I packed it in and went and begged Pro-Bowlers to sign my body parts. OK, not really, but I've always thought that was the epitome of dumb things to do. I swam 2k instead and called it icing. It's cold in our ocean right now.

I iced and taped it up and off we went to Punahou Carnival. High school, but without the booze in a Big Gulp cup! The view from the top of the ferris wheel:

We shared a deep-fried twinkie five ways, and it oozed all over my hand. It was good.. but the funnel cake was better.

The Ross boys enjoy their cotton candy. I did not request that any of them pose with cotton candy on their faces.. yet this is what I got. Henry:

Ramsey:

And Wyatt. It's in his hair:

Sunday I was swollen, but I could walk, and more importantly, once taped up, I could pedal. The boca ride was mellow today, as the fasties were racing the crit out at Kaneohe Marine Corps Base. It was on a runway. Ryan charmed the guards into letting us on base without ID, so we rode all around the gorgeous base, and stopped a while to watch the crit. The officer's houses out there almost make me want to enlist. I was asked by many if I was jumping in to the crit.. ha! Me + bike race = concussion. It's not the bike handling skills of my peers I'm concerned with, it's my own. You can see the runways on the right. Not a bad place to be a marine.