Saturday, November 04, 2006

Ice skating hurts. Fun... hurts... sore... hehehehe.

If you didn't pick it up yet, I went ice skating last night and had a blast. For the first few minutes I would get going and then crash and burn in a horrific rolling and bouncing action to the ice and then slide into the wall going a million miles an hour. After I got the hang of it, I used speed to make up for my lack of know-how and grace as an inner compensation so I could live with myself.... that also put me into the wall a few times.

It was a blast, the event was from my general manager at work and a few of us Staples employee's actually attended and were thoroughly amused by the whole thing.

But I am sore...


posted @ 6:42 AM

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