Try this. Open your mouth as wide as you can and insert as many fingers as you can, with your fingers stacked vertically. I can almost get two in! But it is immediately uncomfortable, and that is before my jaw starts to cramp. Now imagine the dentist trying to pry it open a whole lot further so he can get his big pliers in there to rip out two of your molars.
I'm quite nervous about the whole deal. Primarily about the event itself but also the aftermath. I expect quite a bit of bruising and soreness. On top of that they will tell me not to exercise for at least 48 hours which will take me through to Thursday. The problem then becomes the race on Sunday for which I'm gonna have to rest up a little. That probably means 4 days with no training!!
So what am I gonna do. Go nuts I guess! Since my appt tomorrow is not until the afternoon I will try to get a decent ride in before hand, weather permitting.
Speaking of weather I have a new definition of insanity as demonstrated by the Thames Valley District School Board. Here it is!
Start with the foggiest morning we have had in some years. Then take your most prized treasures (your children and grandchildren of elementary school age), pack them all in big tin cans (40 to a can), and proceed to park those cans at random locations, but always right in the middle of our highways in the middle of the aforementioned blinding freakin fog!!!!!
I watched the bus monitor all morning, expecting the delay signal which never came. I kept refreshing but it never changed. Unbelievable to me. Even though I understand the rationale of stopping the bus on the road instead of beside it, the wisdom of this is questionable when no one can see where the hell they are going! I speak from experience. When I was about 13-14 our bus was rear ended by a transport truck in similar conditions, and only a miracle allowed for no deaths. I'm curious if any of my siblings remember that day?
Oh yah! I drove Colby to school!
(swim 500 metres, run 7.3kms, weights)
Anyway. Wish me luck tomorrow. I just want it over with.
"We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe."---Johann von Goethe
Love
Peter
I'm quite nervous about the whole deal. Primarily about the event itself but also the aftermath. I expect quite a bit of bruising and soreness. On top of that they will tell me not to exercise for at least 48 hours which will take me through to Thursday. The problem then becomes the race on Sunday for which I'm gonna have to rest up a little. That probably means 4 days with no training!!
So what am I gonna do. Go nuts I guess! Since my appt tomorrow is not until the afternoon I will try to get a decent ride in before hand, weather permitting.
Speaking of weather I have a new definition of insanity as demonstrated by the Thames Valley District School Board. Here it is!
Start with the foggiest morning we have had in some years. Then take your most prized treasures (your children and grandchildren of elementary school age), pack them all in big tin cans (40 to a can), and proceed to park those cans at random locations, but always right in the middle of our highways in the middle of the aforementioned blinding freakin fog!!!!!
I watched the bus monitor all morning, expecting the delay signal which never came. I kept refreshing but it never changed. Unbelievable to me. Even though I understand the rationale of stopping the bus on the road instead of beside it, the wisdom of this is questionable when no one can see where the hell they are going! I speak from experience. When I was about 13-14 our bus was rear ended by a transport truck in similar conditions, and only a miracle allowed for no deaths. I'm curious if any of my siblings remember that day?
Oh yah! I drove Colby to school!
(swim 500 metres, run 7.3kms, weights)
Anyway. Wish me luck tomorrow. I just want it over with.
"We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe."---Johann von Goethe
Love
Peter
Wishing you luck tomorrow Pete. I'll be thinking of you.
ReplyDeleteGood luck tomorrow, Dad! It will go great, and it will be temporarily sore, but you'll get through it! Love you!
ReplyDeleteMike
sissy...and I remember not being able to find my glasses in the ensuing mess of that crash!
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