A Lost Week

So, after the Big Swim at the BBC, things kinda went downhill.

We left the beach Tuesday afternoon around 2pm. Hit holiday traffic in Denton - as per usual. The Bridge wasn't too bad, but it was still after 5 by the time we got back, and by the time we pulled everything out of the car it was well into the evening. So, I had splashed around a little on the beach in the morning - but nothing real. So, Tuesday was a down day.

I had auditions for Epicoene on Wednesday, and was such a nervous wreck I scrapped the gym. Just no way to concentrate on working out when I was preoccupied with what needed to happen that evening, making sure I had everything, etc.

Thursday, I was ready to go. My plan was leave work a little early, get home and make a quick dinner, hit the gym, and scamper up to the theater. But life conspired against me. I left the office late - at like 6:15, and hit traffic. I immediately jettisoned all plans and went directly to the theater. And it again sucked; I don't know as anyone came that night....

Friday I was going up to Pennsylvania to meet Todd, Regan, Brehan, Connor, and Hayden at Knoebel's Grove. My plan was to get in early and leave work early - which I did. So early, in fact, that I didn't have anything ready to go. So I went home and packed, and then stopped by the smoke shop to pick up some Bad Boys for the weekend. Went through the back woods roads of Maryland to get from Franklin Blvd to I-83, and it was damn near 6 by that time. After a stop for the worst grilled chicken sandwich at Wendy's I have ever had, I got up to Elysburg a little after 9, restarted the fire, the gang met me at the site, the kids went to bed, and the men stayed up and drank and smoke until 2 AM, whereupon I blew up the air mattress in the back of the fit and crashed.

Knoebel's is a lot of fun. It was where my grandparents would take my brother and me whenever we would come up to visit them in Muncy. So many great memories. My friends Rick and Matt took an impromptu weekend camping trip there in the late spring of our senior year. It's no Disney, but it holds a real big place in my heart.

Saturday morning we went to the park - I got to take Bre while Todd took Connor. We came back to the camp site for lunch, and then went off to the pool/water slides. I ended up chasing Brehan and Hayden around in the shallow end of the pool for quite a bit of the afternoon. Got a little sunburned. I started actually trying to swim around. Not laps, but some solid strokes. But soon I could barely see my eyes hurt so bad from all the chlorine. Now wrestling in the water with a 5 and 7 year old takes a lot out of you, but I'm not sure I would call it a great work-out.

That night I got Connor and went to the kiddy part of the park. Amazing how all this stuff just bubbled out of my memory banks. There was a rocket ship slide thing - where you slid down this twisty slide on coconut fiber maps. I had totally forgotten about it until Connor demanded we go. And watching him carefully make sure he didn't hit anyone in the kiddy bumper cars may have been the highlight of the trip. We met up with everyone, rode the Flyer (which just dripped with nostalgia for me), and headed back to camp at 9:30, stopping for slushies and french fries.

Back at camp, the kids went to sleep, we stoked up the fire, Regan made a last minute 11pm beer run, and we stayed up until 3 AM before we packed it in for the night.

The next morning we packed up camp and left before 10 AM, I think. So, needless to say - on maybe 5 hours of sleep and 5 beers, I was not feeling great. Got back to civilization, hoping to feel better to do a 30-30-30 (30 minute swim, 30 minute bike, and 30 minute run), but it just was not to be.

So, there you have it. A lot of fun, but a totally lost week. I didn't do a damned thing from Tuesday until Sunday, unless you count splashing around in the huge pool on Saturday. (It's nearly two weeks later as I write this, and I'm still disappointed in myself.) It just shows how easy it it to get off track.