Not sure if you remember…

But a few years ago…I had a run in with a gentleman at the gym.

This gentleman, we’ll call him “TrackStar”, felt the need to press ALL.KINDS of unnecessary buttons on my treadmill in an effort to make himself appear the expert….or maybe… in an effort to achieve what he finally did:

me. on my ass. on the floor. clutching my ankle.

well…today…in the quest of getting back to my two-a-days..

Guess.Who.I.Ran.Into?

I swear I purposely chose a treadmill fa’ fa’ far ….off into the distance.

Apparently it wasn’t far enough.

Sweet.Minty.Jesus.

The absolute.minute he stepped in front of my treadmill, I swear I started having flashbacks. I started grasping for the front handlebar in an attempt to cover the buttons with my sweatshirt, but…in my quest to shield my gatdamn buttons…

I slipped.

*insert curse words here*

Jesus…be an ankle brace.

Dear TrackStar, I don’t like you. x0x0, Boon

I never thought I’d ever go to…

Alabama…

When I got there, I didn’t realize that I knew somebody who lived there until I was already there…and half asleep…00ps.
See…I knew I was supposed to be better about this networking thing…but if I can’t remember where people live… FAIL.
Next time, J.Dakar.

The plane fiascos never cease. lol. I almost boarded a plane to Honolulu before I realized that I was at the right gate…just…early as all get out. a ha!

Anyways, it was a great.quick.turnaround.trip that yielded some progress on a project that’s taken me 8 years to get back into. FAIL on my part. But Win.Win. in the end.

So… here are some of the photos. The others…well…I can’t really show those yet.

Put in work.

Glad to be back in Cali…
Love, Court