going into our games yesterday, the sand pirates were tied for 3rd. we one two and lost one, i served 7 points first game. IN A ROW, EVEN. i dont know where that leaves us now because i dont know how the other teams did.
the way we function as a team just blows my mind. obvs its not any kind of pro stuff - hell, we're playing sand volleyball at a goddamn bar. our uncanny knack for pulling ourselves out of impossible situations is amazing. like, sonmeone will hit the ball and it goes way the other way - we're talking out of court and heading towards the bar area, and shawn will be RIGHT THERE and just nail the damn thing back over to the other side and into play. or, joe just subconsiously spiking with his non-dominant hand. i am the queen of digs. i can prove this by the amount of sand that falls out of my shorts at the end of the evening.
wraptboy and i kicked 16 miles in the butt tonight. we stopped at rockside and decided to go a few more miles south. coming back, we did 8 miles in 30, although i think i did it in 25 - i chugged ahead a little bit because i have no concept of pacing myself.
despite the heat and humidity, it was yet another great ride. i had a super zen moment that was mind blowingly awesome and i was going to write about it, but i have decided to keep it to myself. i need something for me.
...bowling? what? not for me - for boog. jeremy told me that tonight boog bowled two games and got a 79 on the first, *88* on the second. one spare in the first game, two more in the second. and he bowled them all by himself. he will hit the PBA by the time he is 5.