An Entry About How Rugged I Am
I don’t even need to eat spinach to turn myself into the female version of Popeye. Popped arm muscle and all, with anchor tattoos affixed to my thigh. Oh my chicken pie!
It occurred on a river flowing fluffy and high. Rafting and rowing not so gently down the stream. Merrily though. Always merrily. Life primarily being a dream. But the best dream of all being that I powered my rafting team. The big guns came out, without a doubt!
Would you believe…I also managed to heave a grown man from the river to the raft (that’s more exciting than Lil’ Jon’s “window to the wall”). Solely me! Sitting ovation ensued. Literally.
In addition, I jumped off a cliff. Actually, a rock. But it was massive, monstrous, and ginormous. And scary. Ooooh-eeeh-oooh! But I borrowed courage from the Lion of Oz and plunged off the ledge. Talking about some “grrrrrrrrrrr”-age!
Finally, I rode the river bull. No shit! It’s where you sit at the front of the raft and ride over the rapids like only the big kids do. And I made it all the way through…in the boat.
For the “pics or it didn’t happen” crowd, look below. I’m in the front left of the boat. Look at me go!
