Anarchists Weekend.
The hellmuth opened up under the concrete paving known as Aberdeen this weekend. It was a sight to see....but I'll get to that.
Thursday saw what is lovingly known as "Rookie Night". A nice game of cower, a leasurely jog in the park, followed by tea and crumpets back at my crib capped off the evening. Miles was the rookie to beat, and he took it in 5:56 I believe. Atta boy. New course though, so cannot be compared to previous years.
Homecoming hit hard in Kingston, leaving it's mark on both the city and the team. I worked all day on Saturday, so I could only hear tall tales from passersby as to the state of my beloved street. Statements tossed around loosely were "riot gear", "tear gas", "officer down"...good ol' Aberdeen.
After work I tried to get back to my house, and passed a parkinglot full of riot gear clad officers, and two horses with eye shields. Cool. I was not allowed to go down the street, as it was blocked by officers, watching the playful students skip around an overtuned car. Ring around the rosie I can only assume. Finding a nice space between two buildings, I took to the backyards to find myself at my backdoor. Through the house I went to the front, to find many frisbeeists on my porch, such a the geat Dirrty Dowler, and a long lost buddy from T.O. who found out where I lived. The streets were full, nothing but the sound of busting glass could be collected by the ear, and my sight was full of Homecoming glory...except for the dude who I saw getting the #@$! kicked out of him by a cop with his night stick. Ow. That will hurt in the morning. I left just in time to see the car burst into flames. Good times.
Sunday saw the hangover crew doing Zone 1 intervals. It was an hour run down Ontario, around RMC to Fort Henry and back. Along the way there were mental toughness and strength exercises. The run came to be 1 hour and 2 minutes. Since Diddums wasn't there, I couldn't smell rum being sweated out as we ran. There were a fair number of people missing...some without excuses. You know who you are. Never again.
The cover of the paper this morning showed me a riot on my street, as I had witnessed, and one poor little boy standing on the overturned car in the middle of the mass of students. Well, if you wanted your precious little trust fund taken away and daddy to write you out if his will, then you did a great job. Smile, you are national news.
Three practices until Easterns. Turn it up. Tear it off.
Gnarlz.
Thursday saw what is lovingly known as "Rookie Night". A nice game of cower, a leasurely jog in the park, followed by tea and crumpets back at my crib capped off the evening. Miles was the rookie to beat, and he took it in 5:56 I believe. Atta boy. New course though, so cannot be compared to previous years.
Homecoming hit hard in Kingston, leaving it's mark on both the city and the team. I worked all day on Saturday, so I could only hear tall tales from passersby as to the state of my beloved street. Statements tossed around loosely were "riot gear", "tear gas", "officer down"...good ol' Aberdeen.
After work I tried to get back to my house, and passed a parkinglot full of riot gear clad officers, and two horses with eye shields. Cool. I was not allowed to go down the street, as it was blocked by officers, watching the playful students skip around an overtuned car. Ring around the rosie I can only assume. Finding a nice space between two buildings, I took to the backyards to find myself at my backdoor. Through the house I went to the front, to find many frisbeeists on my porch, such a the geat Dirrty Dowler, and a long lost buddy from T.O. who found out where I lived. The streets were full, nothing but the sound of busting glass could be collected by the ear, and my sight was full of Homecoming glory...except for the dude who I saw getting the #@$! kicked out of him by a cop with his night stick. Ow. That will hurt in the morning. I left just in time to see the car burst into flames. Good times.
Sunday saw the hangover crew doing Zone 1 intervals. It was an hour run down Ontario, around RMC to Fort Henry and back. Along the way there were mental toughness and strength exercises. The run came to be 1 hour and 2 minutes. Since Diddums wasn't there, I couldn't smell rum being sweated out as we ran. There were a fair number of people missing...some without excuses. You know who you are. Never again.
The cover of the paper this morning showed me a riot on my street, as I had witnessed, and one poor little boy standing on the overturned car in the middle of the mass of students. Well, if you wanted your precious little trust fund taken away and daddy to write you out if his will, then you did a great job. Smile, you are national news.
Three practices until Easterns. Turn it up. Tear it off.
Gnarlz.
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