Out footin’ this afternoon with Sandy, Lisa, Ronée & Joey. Little overcast, rain threatening, but we found some calm water… Had some nice one foots. I’m taking my last foot run of the afternoon… still planing to take a slalom run a little later.
Come down to the end of the run where the water starts to get a little rougher and a see something out of the corner of my eye down by my left foot (yes I realize that is a movie name) and I hit it, whatever it was hard. I go flying. My foot hurts a lot, but didn’t think it was that bad. I wave that I’m OK and then look behind me, hoping to see whatever the hell I hit with my foot. I see something sticking up about 30 yards behind me (yes, that’s how far I flew). I swim back and it is a log sticking up just barely above the water, lodged into the bottom. It was about 8 feet long and 5 inches around. Definitely could have broken my foot on it. I was seriously lucky that I didn’t hit it square, my foot just brushed it. Needless to say we called it a day after that.
Hours later, my foot still hurts, but nothing too bad. I’m walking normally and plan on footing tomorrow at 530am.
Another funny story from tonight about the skiing at 530 tomorrow morning… I’m looking for a 3rd to join Dale and I on the water and I’m talking to T-Bell & Sandy. T-Bell is getting her drink on but Sandy was seriously considering it. Then I mention that it’ll be behind a Sanger and she jumps at it. Needless to say they’re nice to foot behind.
Pictures from the day coming a little later on… they’re on my camera, its 1130pm and I’m going to bed now to get some shuteye before my 5am wake-up.
Mad-City Wedge 