Grass Stains

How many times in one day can I bitch about the weather? Many, many, many times is the correct answer. Am I capable of complaining about the weather not only verbally, but in writing? Damn straight I am. Here, allow me to demonstrate.
Fucking rain. I'm chomping at the bit to get out and engage in activities that most people find extremely painful; yet mother nature, for no good reason, has decided to ground me to my room, barring me from romping all over her lush landscape. I'm ready and willing to suffer-I need the pain to feel alive, to feel good. This might sound a little like Big Brother, but for me, pain really does equal fun when that pain comes from charging over miles of Boise front single-track, either on two wheels or two feet. Feeling fast is feeling strong is feeling healthy is feeling good. Sometimes feeling fast requires feeling pain. Its really simple. I try to avoid pain in general, but when it comes to biking or hiking, I'm very willing to take a whooping for the rewards I receive. Anyway, this macho "no pain no gain" tangent has gotten me off topic. What I mean to say is, I'm actually dying to engage in activities that are very healthy but are so often avoided due their tendency to hurt, yet I can't even do that....the weather won't let me. Mother nature is being a bitch these days. That's all.
So Jennifer and I threw a Nerf football and a Frisbee around Camelsback park today. That was good. Not to mention fun. Fern and I both have this obsession about needing to feel our hearts race, so you can be sure we hustled all over the park, chasing every wild throw, and lunging for anything that fell within 10 feet of our bodies. We actually threw the frisbee so much that our catching hands got sore from all the impact. Fern's arm even received something like a blood blister. Despite the acrobatics and overuse injuries, we both managed to avoid grass stains on our outrageously expensive but worth every penny jeans. I'm so proud of us.