exhale.
with each pitch, i hold my breath and hope for a strike (if it’s the braves pitching) or a hit (if they’re at bat). i want them to win so badly. alone in my apartment, i cheer as loudly and as frantically as if i were sitting in the stands in atlanta. i wonder if my downstairs neighbor can hear me jumping up and down. then i realize that i don’t really care, because i won’t be able to stop doing it until they either win the world series or die trying. the anxiety only gets worse with each passing post-season.
every march when the ncaa tournament rolled around, my dad used to say that he couldn’t watch duke play. especially not in the big games. he just got too nervous. now i understand.
debbie and chris and i took two las palmas mountain bikes over to bike barn last night to get them checked out before debbie and i ride them in the women’s adventure race we’re doing this weekend. they’re in ok shape, but the bike store man laughed when we told him what we were doing, saying “you do realize these bikes weight like a hundred pounds, right?” well, not a hundred pounds, but they are heavy. still, nothing we can do about it short of buying ourselves mountain bikes, which is dumb considering we live in flat-as-a-pancake houston.
anyway. the bikes are in good enough condition i suppose, so off we shall go on saturday. the adventure race involves mountain biking, trail running, “adventure tubing” and mystery challenges. the tubing part is just pulling yourself across a lake on an inner tube, while the mystery challenges can be anything from doing a puzzle to climbing a cargo net. it’s not a relay, so debbie and i have to stay together. they say good teams will finish in two hours, and everyone should finish in five. since i’m slow and debbie has rocks for knees, i figure we’ll be on the five hour side. 🙂 it should be fun.
