Pete and I have been playing tennis every day. I haven't play consistently in like 3 years. It is great fun. I improved each day I played (I usually beat Pete). HOWEVER, we were playing yesterday, when I saw this dude walk in and start warming up. I could tell he had skills, but I wasn't intimidated.
Pete and I continued to play, until I tired him out. He was done. He tightened his gluteus or maximus, I don't know which. I was feeling quite accomplished.
By this time, the warm up dude was practicing serves a few courts over. He was serving pretty well, but again, I had a completely unearned confidence brewing up in me. I walked over and ask him if I could return his serves for some extra practice. He was cool with it. His name was Noah. He was crazy good. He shot is so incredibly hard. Sometimes, I had to try with all of my might just not to get hit with hit. I almost got it in the groin like 5 times.
Today, we all piled in to their Ford F150, and headed out to the Coast. It was beautiful. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves. I will say though, the ocean was crazy cold; on par with Lake Superior.
brrrrrrrrrrrrrr........
Also, here is a recording I did of the song I wrote, "My Night." It isn't totally done yet, but I still thought you might like to hear the progress. Click the play button to play.
Off to Portland tomorrow at 3:00 pm.
An update that I just realized: it is really hard to write this without using some appropriately place cuss words. Fuh.
Joe
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