Ok. So last week when we were finished Dragon Boat racing I hopped onto the swing set. Wow. When was the last time you were on a swing? Well it was awesome.
I totally forgot what it was like. I was soaring on the weing with the wind whipping against my face. I even got an under dog. (Thanks Victor.) Again... so much fun. And then when i jumped off, I felt that familiar sharp pain on my feet. It brought so many memories back.

So this week, I hopped on again, and have officially made it part of my weekly routine. Will swing before each race (tee hee).

Fresh from my swing yesterday, I was feeling full of life. So I decided that I would continue on my quest to reclaim my youth. I decided that I should try a kart wheel. Wow. Long time since I tried that one. Gina went first (fab). And then it was my turn. I said, "I shouldn't do this... I will probably rip my pants." And then went into the kart wheel pose. Now. If I do say so myself... my kart wheel was pretty fantastic. But as I reached the full extention, I heard the dreaded RIP. Yes, I ripped my pants. As I predicted I would. So here I am in front of 15 co-workers, black tear aways (how ironic), and beautiful blue panties in almost plain view.

Immediatly, a vision of my Mother came to mind. "Always make sure that you wear clean underwear."

This could have only happened to me. And again, I usually wear shorts under my tear aways but I was distracted when i was getting dressed.

So picture me trying to sit, lady like in a boat and paddle up and down with nothing else on my mind that my merchandise is almost completly on display. And then we went to a pub for pints. Only me I tell you.

Needless to say, my night was a rousing success. And the festivities that ensued left me with wondeful sleep, only interupted twice in the night. That is good for me. I am afraid that I have been cursed with my Mothers sleeping patterns.)

Awaiting my next adventure, as I am sure that there is another one to come.

K