while the day was long yesterday (as per usual), i capped it off with drinks with a friend, great conversation, running into familiar faces and an interesting/delicious dinner at the drunken goat in dawson city... then we had a media meeting, which left me feeling slightly "meh"... back to my room to write and acknowledge my throbbing hips and legs... passed out by 1:00 a.m. and up by 5:30 a.m...
whoa, this all sounds too bitter already... i should say that this is proving to be a completely unique and incredible experience... but it's also easy to want to curse the decision to do it because i'm cranky and sore... i really have met some amazing people though and the whole thing is certainly chalked up as something that i never thought i'd do in a million years...
when i got on the phone with the sports guy at a radio station back in whitehorse for our regular 6:40 a.m. call in update, even he noticed the fatigue in my voice... i tried to tough it out, writing up a storm, interviewing, transcribing, etc... but i was feeling more and more exhausted and, quite frankly, terrible as the hours went on... finally i dismissed myself for a nap and found the walk from the visitor's centre to peggy's almost impossible... my right leg was literally non-functioning...
when i finally got to my room, i almost collapsed in pain... it was as though my right leg just decided not to rotate properly in my hip or something and instead sent a pulsing pain down my leg, creating that fuzzy, crippling feeling... i attempted stretches, which felt equal parts amazing and amazingly painful...
finally, i crawled into bed, being extremely careful with each tiny movement, placed a pillow between my knees and shut my eyes... an hour and a half later i awoke feeling not only refreshed, but mobile again...
honey mustard ham, potato salad, strawberry/rhubarb pie and a coffee... wrote a press release, updated facebook and clocked out... now the last round of espresso martinis, time to finally take that bath -- a good and long one for sure -- and off to bed... and tomorrow i don't have to be up at the crack of dawn... sweeeeeeeeet...
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the saying may go that "actions speak louder than words," but in my opinion words actually shout decibels above any move one could make... so expressive, interpretive and intense... all you need to find is a method to your madness to avoid rambling nonsense...
