Before I start the real topic of this blog, I should apologize to the 2 or 3 people who read this, for not blogging more often. I am truly repentant. That being said, here is:
FLAMBOYANT WEEZY
On this rather chilly and snowy sabbath day, I am ho
led up in my reading corner doing some extracurricular reading. In my Fitness magazine I stumble across a series of Olympic athlete profiles, a sort of day-in-life. With the Vancouver W
inter Olympic Games just a few days away, it's interesting to see how these athletes train in the hopes of taking home the gold.
I flip through the pages reading about figure skaters spending 8 hours a day on the ice, perfecting their triple lutz. Downhill skiers taking run after run, and logging hours in the gym working on their flexibility. The impossible diets luge competitors have to maintain, in order to fit into those death tubes, combined with sprinting practice. Snowboarders doing one legged squats, lunges, leg-presses, cardio, and eating organic....it's inspiring....WAIT A MINUTE?!?! Did I read that snowboarder profile right?? I re-read it. Yes I was correct, my eyes were not mistaken. I laughed out loud to myself. I was inspired to write.
Snowboarding is a relatively new Olympic event; and while I do think that it takes a great deal of talent/balance to be a snowboarder, lets face it at the end of the day those boarders-even Olympic caliber boarders-are back at their winter rental smoking a bowl playing beer pong. No time in the gym doing squats, no treadmill and no organic fruit required. This is probably how the day in the life actually went:
7 am: Sleeping
8 am: Sleeping
9 am: Sleeping
10 am: Sleeping
11:30 am: Cell phone rings, blurry eyed-look at the caller id, promptly toss phone across the room.
Noon: Up And At 'Em!
12:30 pm: Sitting on edge of bed packing a bowl. Take a few hits. Head downstairs relaxed.
12:45 pm: Survey the damage from last night's party. Roommates slowly start to populate the living area.
12:55 pm: Picking at pizza from last night. Washing it down with stale PBR leftover from beer pong & finishing off the bottle of Yukon Jack.
1:30 pm: While watching snowboarding videos with your roommates, in a cloud of smoke, talk begins to stir about getting out and shreddin' the pow that has accumulated over night.
1:45 pm: Talk about shreddin' the pow, turns into action. Smoke clears.
2:15 pm: Supplies ready, ipod charged, suited up, waiting in line for the lift.
2:30-5:30 pm: STFG: Shred The Fuckin' Gnarr
5:45 pm: Head to the bar. Drink. Eat. Talk about the day through a series of terms you'd need a
a translator for. Casually mention you'll be gone next month for awhile, "Rippin' Flake" in Vancouver.
10 pm: Head to your neighbors for a sick house party.
10:15 pm-2 am: Wicked awesome.....gets a little foggy around 1 am.....head home about 2 am.
2:30 am: Pack a bowl. Take a couple of rips. Hit the hay.
While I know the letter I write Fitness magazine, imploring them to check their facts, will be futile; at least I know the 2 or 3 people who read this blog will know the real truth. And at least 1 or 2 of them will either be amused or offended.
