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Misty's 2006 A2A journal entry

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My 2006 A2A story: (a bit long-winded, but fun to remember anyhow.)

***Before reading this story, please note that I skated the A2A on quads, not inlines. This might help explain some of my equipment 'issues'.

Saturday night… last minute preparations:

So I was on my way back to the hotel in Atlanta after going with my boyfriend to visit his brother. It was around 10:30 pm, and I realized that I was really, really tired. I rehashed my day in my mind. I had miscalculated the fact that my sister and cousins wouldn't realize what time the Saturday pre-skate would be and we ended up missing it entirely. This wasn't a problem for me, since I have skated it before, but it is a really good way to get an idea of the roads that you'll be on and make sure your skates are working properly. Luckily, I had worked out most of the kinks in my skate adjustments the week before I left. Unlucky for my cousin Tracey, she hadn't. We'll find out the next day that we really should have gone on that pre-skate.

The expo that day was nice and the talk was fun, as usual, albeit long, as usual. I had been hoping to have a more productive time getting new bearings for my skates while I was there at the expo. Before I had left, my Dad had been an angel and gave me two huge bags full of bearings for my skates so that I would have newly cleaned bearings to switch to before the 'event'. I was really hoping to buy new ILQ-9s while I was there, so I did. I proceeded to take one of the bearings out of the bag to make sure that I had the right size, because I knew good and well that my skates took an unusual size of bearing. (I should also note that ¾ of my skates take one size, and the last axle takes a different size... complicated, I know.) At the time, I wasn't sure exactly WHAT the size was, but I was sure that my Dad wouldn't have given me two bags full of bearings that were the wrong size. I compared the ones from the bag to the ones at the Twincam table and decided to buy a new set. I was so happy to get a new set. It had been a long time that I was skating on borrowed bearings (and borrowed time) and I would finally have a good set.

So I'm thinking about this on the way back from Bryan's brother's house, and realizing how late it is. I knew I was tired, so I sat in the passenger seat and asked Bryan to drive so I could look over my skates and other stuff to make sure everything was in order. I had ordered an extra set of ezeefit liners before coming down to make sure I wouldn't get blisters on my ankles or my arches, mainly because I put new boots on my skates this year. Unfortunately, wearing two at a time, they tend to slide against each other and slide down the back of my ankle. So I came up with a great idea… sew them together with needle and thread! So I put them on my feet, one with the long part up… the other with the long part toward my toes… and then proceeded to stitch them together IN THE CAR using a borrowed needle and thread from Amy (Bryan's sister-in-law). Although this worked out great for Sunday, it was hell trying to sew them together in the car without stabbing my foot to death. But now, we were almost back to the hotel and I hadn't even started switching out my bearings yet. The old ones were really pretty dirty, and you could just hear the sand and grit in them as the wheels spun.

So I get into the hotel room, and the first thing I do is start taking off my wheels… when Bryan says "No – don't you worry – I'll do that, you just finish your homework so it's not late." YES. I HAD HOMEWORK. I am taking these online courses to finish my Master's and my homework was due by midnight central time. So not only was I not ready with my skates, I still had 3 paragraphs left to type for my homework. So I opened up my laptop and got to typing. I was typing like crazy, getting in a good rhythm, with lots of hope for getting it done quick, when…

"Hey Honey, um…."

"Yes?"
"Are you sure these bearings are supposed to go on THESE skates?"

"What do you mean???"

"Well… look…"

At which point I proceeded to freak out, cuss out my Dad and every other skate manufacturer in the world and started questioning the ceiling "WHY?!?! Why me?!"

Come to find out, all the bearings that my Dad had given me were 8mm. My skates, which were quads, and required 16 bearings (2 for each wheel, or 4 for each axle), actually had [mostly] 7mm axles… and currently had 7mm bearings on all but 2 wheels. (did you catch that? All but TWO.) One of my axles had been replaced 2 years ago and the only axle I was able to get at that time was an 8mm axle. So… either my Dad had only checked out that one axle, or just didn't have any 7mm to spare and gave me all the 8mm that he owned. I was stuck. It was my own fault for waiting till the last minute. Bryan asked me what to do… I didn't know.

Finally, I just said – screw it. I'll just have to clean the ones I got. "With what?" Yeah – with what? So we did the best we could at midnight before the race, we used a paper clip and popped the covers off of the bearings and washed them out as well as we could in the hotel room sink. We swished them around and ran the water through them, dried them out as much as possible, and then used the oil that I bought at the expo that day (JUST one drop). WAIT – let me correct that… BRYAN did all that while I finished my homework 5 minutes before it was due. (And yes, I got an A in that class.)

Luckily, after he did all that, we got the skates put back together and they spun 70% better than they had before. Whew. Good enough for me. I got my clothes together, washed up, and got in bed.

Lesson learned #1: Don't procrastinate… the last minute is NEVER the best time to make sure you are prepared.

Sunday morning… getting to Athens:

5:00 am. People, I don't DO 5:00 am. I don't know what kind of crazy I have to be to get my lazy butt up at 5:00 am. I drag myself out to the car, skate bag in tow. We get going on our way to pick up my sister and two cousins who are staying at a friend's house in Dacula. By the time I get there, I'm exhausted, worried, and really really excited! I didn't get a chance to skate on Saturday and I KNEW I was going to get to skate today!! We drive up to the race, making sure that we know the directions and follow them exactly the way they say on the website… which of course means that we went out of our way for about a half hour and had to turn around and drive back just to make our way into Athens about 15 minutes before the race started. You would not believe how loud 5 people can get in one car when everyone thinks they know what direction you are going…

Lesson learned #2: Know your directions ahead of time… and double check them with someone who lives there!

The Start… Here we go! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!

7:30 am – Everyone went to the bathroom and made sure all their equipment was on and attached properly.

Lesson learned #3: Be careful how much coffee you drink before the race. Seriously.

Bryan was prepared with his camera at the start and got pictures of all of us with our nervous smiles. The crowd was awesome and everyone seemed just as excited as we were! Yay! We aren't the only cornballs here!!! (And hey – we even coordinate. How classy is that?)

We got off to a great start. We rolled past the guy on quads using the walker on wheels and waved by as we went through the first intersection or two. We felt great, thinking "man – we've GOT to have an advantage… we aren't even using walkers!" We whooped and hollered and rolled down the first big hill, feeling adventurous and dare-devilish… we skated away from the bottom of the hill and started our little trek out of town. I was so excited to be skating with my family and to have them all beside me that I… wait. Where'd Tracey go?

I looked around and Tracey was a little behind me, so I fell back a little so that no one would get separated. We hadn't really discussed it in detail before, but I was kinda under the impression that all four of us were in this together. Hand holding across the finish line and all. Yes. We WERE going to hold hands across that finish line. So I held back a little and made sure that I skated right next to Tracey so that at least we would be in two pairs. It was only fair that way. Tracey and I were on quads, and Jean and Vicki were on inlines. They seemed to be keeping a good pace talking with one another, so I figured they would probably pull away and we would finish in two teams. By the time we got to that first big uphill (near the Navy something-or-another) Tracey was looking pretty upset. For every step I took, I could roll a little, but every step she took had to be pushed. Her wheels didn't want to roll at all. At the top of the first hill I looked at her and said "Here we go! A downhill! Woo hoo!" I tried to be the ultimate cheerleader… I was bound determined to be crazier than most of the others out on that road that day (except for maybe the church ladies). I told her to get behind me and draft and we would coast down the downhills to take a rest from the uphills. (Mind you… this was still just the FIRST uphill we made it over.) I hunched down and motioned for her to do the same. We both bent over, hands on our knees, fighting the winds to try to build up speed. I felt like I was flying, and I was worried that Tracey (who was much taller than me) would coast faster than me and run me down… no worries about that though. Towards the bottom of the hill, I stood up a little and put my hand back to see if she was back there. I was expecting her to touch my hand to let me know she was there, but felt nothing. I looked back carefully only to find out she wasn't even half way down the hill yet. She was actually SKATING down the hill.

Lesson learned #4: Test your skates out the day before. Test them out a LOT. And do your maintenance on your skates yourself; don't leave it up to others. They may not know your particular needs. Tracey's bearings had been cleaned and prepared by her father too. Unfortunately, this was the first time she was skating on them since he did it, and we wonder now if there was too much oil/grease in her bearings.

This is how it was for her for the next 2 or 3 miles before she decided that there was NO WAY she would make it on skates rolling that bad for another 35 miles. She told me it wasn't fair for me to stay back with her when she wouldn't make it the whole way and to go on. But I wasn't about to leave her alone on that road until I knew she was picked up. Luckily, I didn't have to worry about that at all. We were the LAST ONES. There was a very nice police woman riding behind us who made a call to the sag wagon and let Tracey sit in her police car for a bit while I trudged on ahead. I got lucky enough to pass (be passed, and then pass again) a girl who was doing the A2A on a bike… I say lucky, because neither of us knew where we were going, but SHE was on the phone with someone checking her directions at an intersection that I could have turned wrong at. Thank GOD I didn't. It wasn't until later, that I found out quite a few people DID take a wrong turn, and I felt really bad about that… kinda. Actually, it kinda made me feel better. I knew I got ONE direction right. J

Lesson learned #5: Take directions with you, and/or preview the course ahead of time by driving it the day before or something.

I caught up with my cousin Vicki and my sis Jeannie, and started skating with them. I explained what happened with Tracey and how we would see her at the next checkpoint. We started to pick up a little bit and got a kind of a pace going. We really didn't get into a paceline or anything because at that time none of us were using the same pushstrokes and I think we were nervous of kicking each other. During the summer, all of us lived in different cities and didn't really get any time to train together. My Sister, in fact, lived in a completely different state than us so we never got to skate with her. In hindsight, this might have been a bad idea. Hmm.

Lesson learned #6: If you plan on skating with someone through the whole event, train together before-hand, or simply agree that if one person is able to pull away, then make an agreement ahead of time how to handle that. It's better to find a good pace together than to try to pull off on your own if you are not used to that long of a skate.

We made it to the first checkpoint with sore feet and burning thighs. Jean had pulled away from Vicki and me during the last few miles before the checkpoint and was making really good time. Luckily, I knew Bryan would be waiting, so I called ahead on my cell to let him know we were pretty far behind and not to worry, but that there was only three of us now. Jean was really cranking out the steps and seemed really determined to keep pushing herself, and was going at a different pace than Vicki, so I stayed back to make sure Vicki didn't get left at the end alone. Luckily, there were some other women trudging along with us by now because they had gotten sucked into the pack that took a wrong turn at the beginning. (I found this out from Bryan on the cell.) This was good because they were skating up ahead closer to Jean, and I figured she would probably fall into a pace with one of them. At one point Jean slipped over the top of a hill ahead and I couldn't see her anymore, so just before the checkpoint Vicki and I went down the last hill together. We thought "Great! Downhill almost all the way to the checkpoint… awesome!" … and very shortly thereafter thought "#$&*%!!! Rumble strips!!!" Luckily, I was the first one to hit them, and remembered them from the last time, so I held my arms out, kept my weight mostly on my heels, and stood part way up while yelling really fast "RUMBLE STRIPS!!! BE CAREFUL!!! WEIGHT ON YOUR HEELS!!!!" ..Well...actually, it probably sounded a lot funnier than that… you know, the kind of funny that you sound when you were a little kid and you used to pretend you were a weather man in a helicopter by beating on your chest while you talked. (In hindsight, it probably sounded like garble-de-gook and probably just sounded like I was cussing or something.) We made it over the first one safely and then skirted the others by going around them. I took the double yellow line and Vicki took the edge of the road. We made it to the checkpoint unscathed and wiping our brows. Bryan took a lovely picture of us as we came up to the checkpoint with a beautiful background of… can you guess? The sag wagon… Yup. Tracey followed us most of the way. Unfortunately, Bryan was taken surprise by Jean while he was talking away with the policeman at the checkpoint and didn't get a chance to take her picture coming up the road. THIS… was very tragic. As a matter of fact, as I type this story, I'm on a call with my sister who is reminding me just HOW tragic this was.

Lesson learned #7: Take pictures. Always take pictures. And always be prepared… with lots of film and keeping your camera in your hand. Well, if you're the support person that is. I don't know how some of you do that whole 'video while you skate' kinda thing.

After Vicki and I stopped in front of the water station, I looked around at the check point for Jean. I noticed her crossing the street to go pee in the porta pottie… then a car passed in front of me… then I didn't see her. No… wait. I saw her… she was on her butt in the gravel. Ow.

Lesson learned #8: Pavement good. Gravel… baaaaaad.

We each took our turns peeing in the porta pottie, which is a lovely experience you should all try doing on skates at LEAST once. Really, it's truly exceptional. Especially if you are sweaty and you are wearing spandex. Luckily, Jean was the only one to have gotten attacked by the evil gravel.

As I crossed the street and asked "Are we ready to go?" I looked down to see Jean with her skates off and this "I'm really really sorry… actually, no I'm not" kinda look in her face. I said "What's wrong?" She said "well, you see, my feet are hurting really really bad, and they've been hurting from the beginning. So I thought, if I just loosen up my skates a little, it will feel better. And it did, but it felt better even a little looser… and then I loosened them up some more… and well… now they're off and I don't think I'll get them back on." I felt really bad that her feet were hurting so bad… I knew she really wanted to finish this and if it weren't for her feet, she would have finished with a really good time too. I looked at Vicki and said "I know you have one more mile left in you, you can still go a bit, can't you? I KNOW you can!! It's downhill right after this checkpoint… you owe it to yourself to see how far you can go, and you KNOW the sag wagon is RIGHT behind us. You can stop whenever you want to. You may as well see how far you can get. What do you say?"

So, Vicki and I (sans Jeannie) left the first checkpoint on our way to adventure and thrills!!! Ok, maybe it was blisters and aches, but hey – we were on our way.

It wasn't too many more miles before Vicki was getting cramps in her legs and her thighs were really hurting. (I had already done my cramping before this and had sucked down a PowerGel too… which fought its way to come back up… but eventually I won.) I had already offered up one of my power gel packets to her to try to help get rid of the burning a little, which she said didn't help… but she seemed to steady her pace a little after that, so maybe it did… I dunno. I was trying to control my pace next to her but wasn't pushing as hard as I could. I really wanted to make it the whole 38, even though I knew I didn't train nearly enough this summer. So I occasionally skated backward, or bent over, or straight up, or whatever I needed to do to change my posture. It helped me feel like I wasn't using up all the energy I had in my thighs and helped to keep me from hurting really bad in just one place. Instead it was just KINDA bad… but ALL OVER. It wasn't helping much either that we managed to find that LOVELY new texture of pavement that made our knees want to go numb. I say WANT to go numb… not that they did. Oh no. That would have been too easy.

Somewhere around mile 20, or something like that (not sure – no map in front of me right now), we made it to a nice little patch of pavement and an intersection with a policeman there. We both waved and gave our most SINCERE 'thank you's' to him for helping us cross the intersection… and about 5 seconds later Vicki was saying thank you again while he was helping her up off the pavement. I felt terrible. There was one little spot where the pavement went from smooth to rough again and as soon as Vicki hit it she just went down. It was kinda camouflaged and I didn't have time to warn her of it, so it caught her by surprise. Luckily, the embarrassment hurt worse than the strawberry on her hip and she was laughing at herself pretty good. (If it weren't for that fall, I think she would have made it a lot farther.)

Lesson learned #9: The more tired you are, the easier it is to make mistakes. Don't let soreness trick you into letting go of your form. It can mean the difference between a safe skate, or a really big strawberry on your butt.

By now, we not only had the sag wagon behind us, but the last police car too. It was pretty amusing actually. Let me set the scene: people driving past, traffic being held up by two pathetic little women trudging their way up hills at the pace of walking, whilst being escorted by a policeman and a huge bus… thingy. We joked about how "special" we were. Oh yeah. We were special. Occasionally we would get a message from the loud speaker of the police car saying that traffic was going to be passing and to be careful… TRAFFIC. That's an understatement. 20 cars would come passing us and we would just helplessly wave our little 'thank you' wave to them for not running us over. We got really good at that "waving in camouflage" as Henry put it. Especially after one guy yelled "Get off the F***IN' road!" Vicki looked at me, and I looked at her, we kinda did this 'Did he say that? Did he say what I thought he said? Oh yeah, he said THAT' kinda dialogue and then I said "hmm. Must be on his way to church." And we both started laughing. Oh yeah. We were waving a LOT.

Lesson learned #10: Learn to laugh. At yourself, at the situation, or just for the heck of it. Otherwise you are gonna be really crabby.

We finally got to the top of this one long uphill and did this kind of 'Hallelujah' kind of clap near the top. Yeah – you have to take your happiness out of the little things at THAT point. When all of a sudden, out of nowhere, we start hearing Michael Jackson's "Thriller" start playing… man, it was like, echoing down the road. I looked at Vicki, she looked at me, we looked back at the police car, and started dying laughing. It was coming from the police cruiser's speakerphone. We had THEME MUSIC!!! YEAH! We went down that hill on that bumpy road and just coasted as far as we could… I was jamming the whole way down the hill. I wish I had my pom-poms on my skates and my hair in pigtails. I would have been STYLIN'. "…cause this is THRILLERRRRR, thriller night…" bu-doom doom doom doom doomp. bu-doom doom doom doom doomp. I tell you what, you gotta give that cop credit – he knows how to lighten the mood.

Unfortunately, I think the thriller turned into a killer after that hill cause Vicki's feet just couldn't take it anymore. The rough road had done her in and she had to stop to take a break at a driveway. I stopped to see if she planned on getting in the sag wagon when the driver of the sag wagon got out and informed us that we were too far behind and he was going to have to ask us to get in the wagon at this point (for our own safety of course). I felt like a deer in the headlights… I looked at him and you could tell immediately where my loyalties were… I said "I think she's done anyway but I KNOW I can pick up the pace… if I pick it up can you just give me a chance???? PleEEEEEEEEASE?????" I barely waited for him to say "Well, ok but…" and I took off. I was NOT going to get picked up. I was starting to hurt like heck, but I was GOING to finish. Some say reward is a great motivator, but I tell you what… at that point FEAR was a great motivator. I was NOT going to fall prey to the sag wagon! NO SIR.

I decided if I could at least pick up the pace and get my roll on down the next downhill, I could get my speed up and maybe… MAYBE catch up to the end of the pack. If I could JUST catch up to one more person, then maybe they would have to follow THEM and not me. I finally made it to the second check point, and there was Bryan, Jean and Tracey whooping and hollering, and a very sweet young man holding out 2 banana's… just for me. Little old me. It felt great to know that they waited there for me. I truly felt special… and not a Jerry's kids kinda special.

As I was standing there opening up a water bottle, Bryan asked me if I was going to go on. Just then the sag wagon pulled into the parking lot across the street and I looked at Bryan (tears welling up in my eyes) and said "I don't know… they said if I couldn't pick up the pace I might have to get in the sag wagon because I'm too far behind the others and…" and Bryan said "But Honey, some guy JUST left the check point before you got here… I'll bet if you left now you could catch him…" and without another second wasted I handed him and Jean my bananas and water bottle and said "Quick! Put these in my backpack! I'm gonna catch him!"

I took off after that guy… whoever he was… and decided, no matter what, I was going to at least pass someone before I got picked up by that wagon. I headed down the hill, and realized that ('o crap!') there was a WHOLE LINE of traffic following the guy ahead and I was heading straight down the hill for it… this is where courage turns to stupidity. Really kids, don't do this at home… I looked at that traffic, and tried to gauge if there was enough room between the edge of the road and the cars, and then said "aw hell…" and just went for it. I ended up passing all the cars on the right hand side next to the shoulder, all the while yelling "BEHIND YOU! SKATER BEHIND YOU!! BEEP BEEP!" Yes. I believe I even said beep beep. I was desperate. HEY. I was a girl on a mission.

Lesson learned #11: Even though people in trucks KNOW they can go faster than you, they still feel insulted when you pass them in a traffic jam.

I finally got to the next intersection and the policeman waved me through. I was able to pass up that one guy shortly after that and I was starting to feel pretty good. I could hear cars behind me following, but I wasn't going to look back because I wasn't sure if it was the sag wagon, or a cruiser, or what. I just kept pushing… and pushing… and pushing… and… DANG. This was a LONG 38 miles! Time for a banana.

I finally stood up and pulled my backpack around the front and kept skating while I got out the banana and water bottle. I pulled the back pack back on and looked behind me to figure out what kinda goofball was following me and making noises out the window. I mean honestly, if you want to pass, just pass…

O GREAT. It was Bryan in the SUV with my sister and two cousins. Yes, I know, our support vehicles are supposed to take alternate routes, but Bryan decided that he wanted to try to follow me instead of the sag wagon. (He's a bit protective.) Even though it made me nervous (cause I didn't want to piss anyone off by having my 'own personal support vehicle' or get thrown out of the event) I have to admit it was pretty dang funny. At one point, they started turning on music in the car and decided to try to turn it up so I could hear it. They asked me what I wanted to hear and I told them just to play the CD that was already in the radio. Heh heh. Oh yeah, it was all kinds of old school and hip hop and all the AWESOME stuff that Bryan can't stand. And of course, by that time, ALL the girls were singing along with the music. If I didn't think I would collapse from lack of oxygen, I would have been laughing my ass off. Luckily, I was able to 'kinda' hear the music and every now and then my pushes would match the beat of the music in the SUV. It really made a difference going up those huge hills towards the end. I got into a rhythm and put my hands on my knees and started using my arms to push my feet instead of my legs. Every time I went down a hill, I would get into a really low crouch and put my elbow on my knees and balance my chin on the tips of my thumbs and put my hands together. I wish I had a speedometer, cause I'm sure I made it to 40 mph on at least one of those hills… I know I was going pretty fast one hill cause I got super nervous when I noticed a bridge at the bottom and chickened out and stood up and put my arms out to block the wind. I made it across ok, but it still made me nervous.

If I remember correctly, there is one hill that killed me the first time I skated the A2A, and it killed me this time too… I don't remember what mile it was, but it was a hill that went up to a stop sign, then you turn left and go up THAT hill too. You don't want to know what type of language I was using to yell back at my sister at that point. But trust me, she knows how much I HATE that hill.

Lesson learned #12: Pacing yourself is great. Pacing yourself and then sprinting in the middle of the event… is baaaad. Have any of you heard of a phrase "hitting the wall"?

Somewhere towards the end, I wondered if I was going to make it. My breathing was starting to hurt and I actually heard myself wheezing. All I knew was that if I stopped, I was never going to start again… EVER. So I kept pushing. It HURT. Ironically, no blisters… it was just my muscles that were killing me. I managed to pass up probably 6 or so people in the course of the last few miles, but you can't tell by my results. All of those people were smart and dropped out. I don't think that sign in front of that church helped out all that much either… "What on earth are you doing?" My sentiments EXACTLY. I don't have a CLUE what the heck I was doing. But I knew I was going to finish it whatever I was doing. How was it that I ended up getting second in my age group just 2 years before, and now I was just trying to stay ahead of the sag wagon??

I was finally getting to the end and my 'support' vehicle passed me up to try to get to the end before me. Didn't happen. Traffic Jam. They would have gotten through if they were on skates though. HAHAHAHAHA.

I MADE IT. I wasn't sure I was going to, but I did. I made it. Barely standing on my own legs, probably supported only by the sheer will of God, but I rolled over that finish line. They took my tag and I promptly asked them "where's the mugs???" They told me they weren't there, that I would have to pick them up at the end, at which point I was totally crushed. The last 5 miles all I thought about was that damn mug. O well. I was done. That counts.

I rolled over to my SUV, sat down, and proceeded to stop breathing… and then start… and then stop.

Lesson learned #13: After 38 miles, don't just sit down. If you are smart enough to warm up, you should be smart enough to cool down too.

Oh man. I couldn't breathe for the life of me. It felt like my throat was bigger than my head. I motioned for Bryan to get my skates off and when he did I got right back up and started walking around. This sitting thing wasn't working. My lungs finally calmed down and we all got back in the car and headed back to Vicki's friend's house for burgers and hot dogs. Whatever occurred for the rest of the day was pretty insignificant compared to that.

BUT… I did get my mug. I arrived at the awards ceremony late, but I figured it would probably run over anyhow like usual. It was 7:30pm… and everyone was packing things up! I rushed inside and asked about 10 different people if there were any mugs left. Thanks to all the people who helped me get my mug! I'm drinking out of it right now.

Lesson learned #14: Don't assume the awards ceremony will be on time… or late, or early, or run late, or end early. You just never know with the A2A!

I could tell you about the rest of the trip home, but honestly… this is enough. Thanks for listening. J

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Comments

eebee's picture

I know that hill

One of the ones on the 'climb into Dacula'. That double hill is killer. That's usually the one where my first signs of trouble start! I saw a lot of skaters start flailing at that point this year.  I would have caught them if I hadn't been flailing, myself.

Thanks for the story. Very entertaining read! Good to know others procrastinate as badly as I do :-)

sommemi's picture

Procrastinators...

I am the queen of procrastination... glad to know I'm not the only one in the club though!

Procrastinators of the world UNITE!... tomorrow.

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