Top 10…point 5

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Laszlo and Akos with their kilo of meat at Csalanosi Csarda

Matt and I received an incredibly generous wedding gift card from his work mates at Sentry last spring to be used at a Bartolotta restaurant.  The Bartolotta brothers have been running restaurants here in Milwaukee for over 20 years; have had a James Beard Award winning chef at their Lake Park Bistro, and multiple four star reviews. They have 11 different restaurants and although the original plan was to enjoy a steak at their Mr. B’s steakhouse, we took a look earlier this week to see what else was out there.

Enter the Rumpus Room, a gastro pub downtown with an interesting menu and great cocktails. That they are downtown and we rarely go downtown was a plus, the winning entry was bacon for an appetizer. Done.

Our meal and cocktails was one of the best I’ve ever had. Which sparked a fun conversation on the way home, what are the top 10 best meals of life have we had?

Now there are some ground rules here. First, it’s not just a food thing. Atmosphere and service are key. Our waiter last night was tops. Absolute tops. It turns out, he’s also a competitive (or was) cross country sprint skiier who missed out on qualifying for the Sochi Olympics by two spots. Just six weeks ago he hung up his ski’s; moved to the big city from up north ‘sconsin and hasn’t lifted a weight for the first time in his life since he was a kid. OH! He ALSO grew up in New Hampshire so when we mentioned Highland Games he knew exactly what we were talking about since Loon Mountain was right up the road from his crib and he’s been going for at least 10 years. So cool.

The bartender at Rumpus Room is top notch, another plus. He’s a chemist with booze and takes pride in his drinks. Our waiter said he had a blast with us and Matt’s rum flight and our post dinner drinks. We’ll definitely be going back just for a cocktail and to pick the bearded bartenders brain on making some of these at home.

Along with atmosphere and service, overall experience and quality of food adds to the ratings. So here’s my Top 10…point 5 (I needed another slot but it’s not far enough behind number 10 to give it number 11. Shit’s complicated.)

1. Csalanosi Csarda: Budapest

That they serve meat platters weighed in kilos is the tip of the iceberg. That members of the Hungarian Gipsy orchestra will serenade you during this amazing dinner is still on the tip of that iceberg. That we got to share this with new Hungarian Strongman friends who take so much pride in their country and the food was bonus. But the food. Ohhhhhh the food. The fish soup that cost the equivalent of a Starbucks grande bold black eye with cream was one of the most delicious things I’ve ever tasted (and a taste is all I got because it was Matt’s.) My liver and steak was out of this world. Seriously. I’m a little sad that I know it’ll be a long time again before I can eat this food again. By far, it was the best meal I’ve ever had in my life. Appropriate for a honeymoon memory. (By the way, we ate Nachos after training with Akos, Laszlo and their wives a couple of days before at a place called Dallas and those were the best Nachos I’d ever ate in my life.)

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2. Rumpus Room: Milwaukee

Yup. Number two. We were there for over three hours to just enjoy. That’s also a key to the “best of’s”, just sitting and enjoying food, each other, and the feel of a good restaurant. Mostly. Anyways.

The apps and cocktails we enjoyed pictured above was just the beginning. Matt’s Cuban sandwich and my Berkshire braised pork (my Hawaiian cousin is a Berkshire pork farmer in Iowa so I asked if the meat came from Iowa. It was Wisconsin pork but that’s okay. It was numms) shoulder was absolutely stunning. Served up in a small Wisconsin shaped cast iron pot with sweet potato puree was extra cute too. When Matt told the waiter that he had a bite of mine the waiter quickly came back with, “just one bite though right?” He was right. That’s all Matt got. We’ll be back. That makes me happy.

3. Torto Dvaras: Vlnius

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Sample of Torto Dvaras food

When we taxi’d over to the Old Town portion of Vlinius, Lithuania we would try to get a feel of the menus through broken english and just putting our faces on the windows to get a peek at folks food. This was my first experience at Eastern European food at rock bottom prices. Our table looked much like the one above, so much food for about $70 American. I know the table next to us was watching at how much food we kept ordering, heh. They also serve up the bill in their own cigar style box…which I have…in front of me. Imagine that.

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Soup Dumplings

4. Soup Dumplings: Brooklyn

I’ve written before about how Matt had one request of our trip to Brooklyn last January, Chinese food in China town. Specifically, soup dumplings. So much so that I put a ban on the words “soup dumplings” until I ate them. Then I understood the obsession. Paulie and AoD picked us up from the airport and whisked us away to the fourth greatest meal of my life. As much as I loved the soup dumplings, the Peking duck was my favorite. Absolutely mouth watering. We’re heading back there again in January, guess where we’ll ask our first stop to be???

5. Pepe’s Pizza: New Haven

Frank Pepe’s immigrant story of making it in America from Italy, illiterate and poor is stuff of legend. Only slightly less impressive as his pizza (or ‘ah-beets) as it was called in his native Italian. We stopped in after a barbell cert. weekend in Milford, CT and the stop has ruined me on pizza since. OH! During the stay (we took one bite of our first round of pizza’s and quickly ordered more) I ran to the restroom and when we came out, Pepe’s grandson was going through receipts at a back table. So, me being me, I grabbed a pic with him…

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Pepe’s grandson

It was pretty thrilling. True story. As I mentioned, after one bite of our first round we quickly ordered another one. They suggested their signature pizza with clams. Ummmmm, clam pizza? HOKAY!!

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Pepe’s Clam Pizza

It was different, and amazing. Seriously, I’ve given up trying to find impressive pizza since Pepe’s. I don’t eat it very often and am just resigned to the fact that I’ll have to hit Pepe’s again to find contentment. And no, don’t start telling me to go to “x” for the best pizza. If you haven’t had Pepe’s, you don’t get an opinion.

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6. Backstrap: Rip’s

I’d heard about the glaze Rip made with his back strap but the talk didn’t do it justice. Of the many things I learned from my time with the Texas crew, I’m probably most thankful for the lesson to enjoy food. Often up to that point I knew I liked good food, but didn’t put together the effort to actively enjoy good flavors. Until then. Good food, good wine. Good back strap.

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Mmmmmmm, backstrap.

7. Steak: Welbourn’s

I love steak. Always have. My dad was the master griller of steaks, he also added pats of butter to each bite. Heh. A good rare steak, that’s how  you ate them in our house no matter how old you were. I also love eating steaks at home, much more than eating them out. I want to sit in comfy clothes; with my excellent bottle of $14.99 wine that would cost me $45 at a restaurant. A grilled steak is scrumptious but I’m just as happy cooking it on a cast iron pan and finishing it in the oven.

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When we were in Huntington Beach for a barbell cert, we popped over to John Welbourn’s house (pre-twins) for dinner and he just got a shipment in of grassfed beef. So we ate it. I think all of it. Welbourn grilled, the wine was never ending and eventually after falling asleep at the table I just went and laid down on the couch where Justin was already sleeping. It was a grand evening.

But those steaks. Mmmmmmmmm.

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Justin, Sheaffer and Josh enjoying the steaks.

8. Haggis: Scotland

When we got into Inverness, the restaurant across the parking lot of our first night’s hotel stated that Wednesday was Pie Day. Wellll, hokay! Let’s eat Pie! It was so delicious that I stated to the waitress I was worried that we started too big. Would we eat another meal that could be as good?

Silly Jules. By Sunday afternoon, it had occurred to me that we hadn’t ate enough Haggis. We WERE in Scotland after all and needed to eat Haggis dammit! Well, Gerry Reynolds started that off with our athlete dinner towards the end of the competition. The haggis and tatties and neeps (turnips and potatoes) were so soundly effective in refueling us for the rest of the evening it was exactly what we needed. And so nummy. But that was just round 1 for the evening.

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Round two was about five hours later at the tastle cavern which was even better than the first round. Which, again, kept us going for another two to three hours of drinking. Thank you haggis.

Now, it may be that I’ve had better food than this haggis, neeps, and tatties but I had just finished the most thrilling competitions of my life; in Scotland; with my husband and new good friends; and old friends; and Scotch. Haggis…in Scotland.

9.  Seattle/Mukilteo/Whidbey Island

We tried to come up with just one Seattle meal to add to the list but we just couldn’t. Penn Cove Mussels; Henri’s donuts; Auntie’s meatloaf (and Matt wanted me to get in Auntie’s homemade english muffins) ; Uncle’s grilling; new friends giving me their daughter’s left over pasta so I had some carbs to fuel competition the next day with Mt. Rainier view; Ivar’s, and I know I’m missing some. OH! Oysters and clams. And I STILL know I’m missing some. We eat well and fellowship well in the PNW and we know next year will be even better!

But our time with Auntie and Uncle, Paul and Denise and their families? They are treasured and only made better by all the amazing food.

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Auntie’s meatloaf from this past July visit. I still need to make this!

10. Curry in Scotland

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This picture makes my heart so happy.

When Stephanie said that they wanted to find the best Curry restaurant in Inverness, I was all ‘ummmmm, maybe we’ll pass.’ I don’t do spicy well (salt is a spice ya know) and was a bit afraid that I’d be hungry. Matt loves curry and we quickly came to love our new friends so I took one for the team and sally’d forth. The beautiful part, of course, was that I loved it. Everyone took very good care of me while they popped my curry cherry and the evening was one of my all time favorite dinners. But it makes me miss my friends. Poor me.

Point 5…Herd’s:

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I don’t remember which trip I had made down to Wichita Falls where we went to Herd’s for the first time. I just remember how the double/double burgers tasted. They literally melt in your mouth and as much as I know I’ve written about them before, I just can’t do a food favorite list without putting them on here. I miss Herd’s. Mostly more than anything down in Texas. (Ya ya, I miss people too, blah blah blah.)

I have been very fortunate to enjoy good food. Not everyone can, I know that. There were times where I enjoyed any food, because having it was sometimes not an automatic. As much as I do not believe that food can bring happiness, I DO believe that it can be enjoyed. With people we love, in places near or far, and having it is a gift. And that’s the best thing of all.

Swearing is industry language. For as long as we’re alive it’s not going to change. You’ve got to be boisterous to get results.

Gordon Ramsey

I consider a bottle of wine a single serving.

Brian

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Monday Bacon: Amazon vs. Drug Addict

I saw a post the other day by a gym owner friend of mine down in Atlanta. Heidi mentioned the advantage young girls have today by having women who appear strong to look up to. This sparked another conversation with a friend of mine about body issues when we were young girls.

It got me thinking on who MY role models were growing up and how it affected my body image. I think until about the 9th grade, it was this girl…

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Yup. Wonder Woman. I’ve written in the past about getting comic books on the way up to the Cabin. Damn I wish I still had those. Not because they’re worth any money, but because illustrators drew her strong and powerful without the slutty aspect she has now. But strong, she just looked strong. Big shoulders (check); small waist (I don’t know if I’ve ever had one of those though); big legs (check); boobs (check); cool airplane (when I’m on an airplane I pretend it’s invisible.) True story. I’m pretty sure I gave out some of these on Valentine’s Day too:

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She was also smart and fierce. I liked that. Anyways.

Around the 9th grade, something happened to change my view of how young women should look and my body image took a turn for the worst.  This:

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My mom bought me a subscription to Seventeen magazine. Before that the only magazine I’d ever read was Sports Illustrated. I think she was trying to fem me up. While I was a tomboy, I still curled my feathered bangs and wore too much eye make up so I didn’t really think I needed femming up. But a style change was probably necessary since I ran around in sneakers and sweats most of the time (so nothing’s really changed.) Suddenly though, I noticed that the ideal body type (according to Seventeen magazine) was tall and thin. Two things I never was nor ever will be.

But I didn’t know that then. All I knew was short and curvy was what I had to deal with and that wasn’t cutting it. So how do I get tall and thin? Keep reading Seventeen magazine I guess. Also, the clothes. I didn’t have the clothes that Seventeen magazine said I needed to start school off right. I don’t think the models of Seventeen magazine had a Pastor for a dad (ever heard of a rich Pastor? No, Joel Osteen isn’t a pastor, he’s a celebrity. Like the Kim Kardashian of the Christians.) So what I lacked in funds I made up for in creativity by hitting the bins at Ragstock (there actually was a real Ragstock before they went into the Ugly Christmas sweater business ya know) and putting my own twist on things. Not really what my mom had in mind; however; she did like that I could buy all of my school clothes shopping for about $48.93. (I’m still a consignment shopper unless I really feel like splurging and hit the new clothes racks of TJ Maxx.)

Anyways. I neither looked like the models or had the money to support looking like the models. And that messed with me for a while. Suddenly confident Wonder Woman’ish Jules wasn’t so confident. And ya know what? That get’s my ire up. That I let those stupid magazines mess with me.

I started looking around me and compared myself to other girls. We had a few that were very Seventeen magazine. One comes to mind whose name was Kelli Ferrick. Long legs, the best Jordache and Gloria Vanderbilt jeans, perfectly feathered Farrah hair. Tall. She was tall too. Of course. She may have been nice. I dunno. I hated her. She was everything that I would never be and I’m just not very proud that at one point in my life that mattered to me.

But then I went to college in Nebraska and a girl by the name of Jill Fox (her friends called her Fill Jox, I thought it was cute) saved me.  Though Jill and I were on friendly terms, I never really knew her. But my college work study was in the Athletic office so I was in the athletic complex about as much as I was in class, although I actually went to work and didn’t skip like class. I got to watch many of the athletes, especially the T&Frs practice. Jill was a thrower, taller than me (who isn’t) and strong looking. Sure she was bigger than the sprinters but she just looked strong. Ahhhhh, THAT’S what used to be important to me.

Strong. Fierce and strong. Like this:

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I grabbed hold of that body image and never looked back.

Oh sure, there are moments where the “I wish” game is played. In Scotland when I first ran into friend and new World Champ Mona Malec, I looked up at her and literally wondered if I were standing in a hole. WTF! I asked her if she had grown taller since Enumclaw. FoShizzle. But at the end of the day, this is what I have to deal with so I’ll try to make the most out of it. Including getting it into better shape when this season is over (six days. Six days.) That I can do, be a better me.

I never bought my daughter a Seventeen magazine subscription and when my mom asked if she should as one of Zandra’s Christmas gifts I told her no, we can find something more appropriate for my tomboy who straightens her hair and wears too much eye make up. She’s good. Has a good body image for the most part (when she was in first grade she told me once that her gymnastics leotard made her look fat. I laughed. But I let her wear a tshirt and shorts after that.) OH! I will say that it’s not my mom’s fault for getting me a Seventeen magazine subscription. So I don’t want to hear any, Oooooo so you blame your mom, bullshit. The gift came from the right place. I know that. Live and learn.

But strong is still in. It’s still worthy of being mentor to young girls. And Seventeen models? Well, at least one above did really well for herself. Until she became a drug addict and died in a bathtub. I would probably consider that the opposite of strong. No thanks.

The mark of a great sportsman is not how good they are at their best, but how good they are at their worst.

Martina Navratilova

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Actualllllllyyyy, That Hasn’t Happened In The History of History

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Driving on our way home from Indy (and I have no idea why) I went on a little kick of saying in that little annoying “I’m right” way of drawing out your words, “Actualllyyyyy, that has literally never happened.” I crack myself up. True story. I’m sure it wasn’t annoying at all to Matt though cuz he loves me so I’m cute no matter what I do. ‘Nother true story.

We also talked about Steroids. WHUT? Ya, I said that. Scary eh?

Mention steroids in public and you quickly see two different groups of people with strong (albeit ignorant) opinions on what that means.   A) Those who believe that anyone who takes Testosterone will end up a Lyle Alzado with rampant roid rage before you finally die a shriveled up example of what you once were.  B) Those who believe that ANYONE taking testosterone is a CHEATER and looking for an easy way to win.

Ugh. First off, that CHEATER thing annoys the ever livin’ out of me. Because the majority of people are not using the word correctly. Yes, if you are in UST&F and they have written in their rules that you may not take A, B, and 3 because it is banned and then you take it,  you have broken their rules. You will be punished if you’re caught. However; if you take C, D, and 4 which is okay but is made up of a compound including B, you’re fucked. You’ve broken the rules. You may be punished if you’re caught. If the self righteous of the world need to throw a banner out saying they’re a cheater, okay. You’re obnoxious but okay. Cheating is correct when breaking the rules.

However! If you believe that taking A, B, and/or 3 is giving that athlete a significant advantage over all the “other” (yes, there is a reason “other” is in quotes and if you don’t know why then you’re sillier then you appear) non-positive athletes, then you’re a silly person. Your opinion is stupid and invalid. Because the reality of sports is…there is no even playing field. It doesn’t exist. If you believe this you really have no idea how high level athletics work.

There are people who can afford better coaches. There are people who learn and retain cues better. There are people with a 36″ vertical jump and those who compete with a 31″ vertical jump. There are those who have the luxury of training and practicing and not working. There are those who are starving athletes who thankfully now have GoFundMe to keep them going. There is China who will throw you dead in the river when you stop performing and grab the next in line. There are those that can join the NFL and do just fine and those that can not handle the influx of minor fame and large amounts of signing bonus and blow their chance before they even get their career off the ground.

There are those athletic groups of people who are short (we need a support group really.) We don’t get a handicap cuz we’re short. We suck it up and carry on.

Anyways. Wanting an even playing field in sports is not going to happen. Stop saying that. Wanting to succeed IN SPITE of an uneven playing field is a mind set that will keep you going for a long, long time. And that includes testosterone at some point. Why? Because many of these fringe sports include old guys. And by old? I mean 30. Yes. 30. People, there is a reason that Low T clinics are popping up all over ‘merika. Because men do not feel good on Low T. They become whiney; have low energy and drive;  gain weight, like girl weight not beer gut weight; they wear skinny jeans and scarves. And gym goers aren’t safe either. I’ve actually known quite a few men who train, are in their 20’s and have Low T. They pop over to the T clinic and feel better within a week. Huh, I guess if I could, I’d like to feel better by replacing a hormone that I ALREADY OWN but just at a too low level.

One of the first things I talk about with new clients, male and over 30, is asking them to get their T checked if they are showing symptoms of it being low. And I’m always right. Always. My advice is to get a prescription if you want to go that route and rectify the situation immediately but I do understand this is personal and I respect their choice if they’ve bought into the Government’s propaganda and think they’ll die if they get their T back up to what it was when they felt better.

What I WON’T respect is the self righteous attitude of those who think men wanting to thrive in an imperfect environment (being life, duh!) are trying to CHEAT their way through fringe sports. Shut up. First off, holier than though attitudes will always get my ire up (I like saying ‘ire up.’ It sounds nicer than pissed off.) Second off, you’re wrong. Cuz ya know what?

Taking testosterone has actually never, in the history of history made someone so good that they’ve CHEATED their way into a Championship. Grow up. Doesn’t happen. And if you believe that if all you did was take some T and suddenly you would blast past all those ahead of you and win, well, ya know… Actuallllyyyyy, that hasn’t happened in the history of history.

Ya know why you didn’t win? Cuz you’re not good enough, that’s why. Hurts doesn’t it? Tell me about it, I have a couple 2nd place finishes this year that hurts too. Not being good enough to win hurts, let’s all be adult about it and accept it. And then practice some more to try to fix it. TRY TO FIX IT. But stop whining about cheaters, it’s a sure sign of Low T and I’ll assume there’s not a clinic in your town you can pop down to and I’ll feel bad for you but not really.

You wouldn’t have won if we’d beaten you.

Yogi Berra

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Monday Bacon: 12 Days

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This weekend in Indianapolis wrapped up what has been a very long season…for one of us. But not me.

Early this summer, Matt and I threw in Fort Wayne, Indiana at Mike Huth’s Games and being there introduced us to a whole new group of awesome folks to throw with. Oh sure, there were a few familiar faces like Dawn Higgins (it is ALWAYS a treat to share a field with Dawn) and Ross and Victoria Bunchek but being around the Mills gang, O’Conner,  and Mike’s family was new for us and we’re very excited to see them all again. Last year I finished the season in Kirksville, MO which was ALSO tons of fun and I even got to spend some time with my BFF since the 7th grade but we decided to go east this year instead of south.

Also, this:

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One of our favorite Craft brews is 3 Floyds in Munster, Indiana. Matt checked the map for a quick Indy route and said, ‘WHOA, we go right by this place. Let’s stop.’ And I said, ‘ya, buddy.‘ First off, having one of your favorite beers right out of the tap is nothing short of magical. We also noticed a big line in the off sale line and thought, ‘huh, something good must be selling.’ Yup.

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Zombie Dust. We happened upon the brewery on the day they released cases of one of the best beers I’ve ever had (I had two just at lunch.) They had a two case max purchase rule but we only had room in the car for one. Damn. The good news is that we now know how easy it is to get there and we’ll be back. For sure.

As good as the beer was, the food was equally as mouth watering. The BBQ sammich I had could rival any Texas bbq (yup) and it almost brought tears to my eyes. The atmosphere is incredibly festive and even the music is old school…

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…vinyl. Awesome. The heavy metal was played at a level where you could enjoy it, but still have a perfectly fine conversation. OH! When I brought out Gamesminion and asked our bartender for a shot of he and the taps, he told us about THEIR version of Games Minion. His name is Butcher Jesus and he travels the globe drinking beer and eating good food. I saw some pics of him, he’s cool. He can hang.

It was an awesome stop and set the tone right there for an amazing weekend, no matter what happens on the field.

On to Indy. Arriving around dinner time is much better than arriving around 1:30 am which is when we rolled into Ft. Wayne last June to throw for the first time with this group. We found a chill place to have a sammich for dinner and grabbed some drinks to take back to the hotel. OH! It was raining off and on during the evening and I was NOT excited about the idea of throwing in the wet and mud again on Saturday. Luckily when we got up, the sun was shining and it turned out to be a beautiful, October day.

The Games was tons of fun. Tents surrounding the throwing field with Clans; Beer; and Pies (which of course I didn’t get again. One of these days I’m going to get one of those meat pies when offered!) The crowd was really quite awesome. There are a lot of these Games where you just kind of do your thing and don’t get to interact much, especially when you have 60 athletes and need to be off the field by 4:45 for the awards parade. But everyone was so friendly and you instantly got a feeling of appreciation for your work from them. It was very cool.

Throwing one last time this year with Dawn, Tracey, Ashley, Elissa,  and Amanda; peeking over and watching Matt turn a caber or toss the sheaf over the bar; getting glimpses of Jeremy Gillingham either toss a stone or trash talk Matt (heh); hearing Mike Huth on the microphone ask Matt why “that girl” just gave him a kiss. Meeting new throwing friends AND seeing the dragon that Elissa’s grandpa got painted on his bald spot. That was lulz. ALL of this along with throwing one last time for the Huth’s who passed the torch over to John O’Connor for future Games. Oh sure, they’ll still be around but in a more supportive role instead of  throwing the whole party and John O’Connor will be great leading us throwers.

But I’ll say this, to be there for the Huth’s last one will go down as a special moment of the season. This is only the second time we’ve thrown for them but when you meet people who are so good; so fun; and take such good care of us from start to finish…well, you know you’ve been a part of something special. And I’m so thankful for it. It was a great day.

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As for the throwing part, some ups and downs. Both Matt and I are hobbling into this off season as his heel is also giving him some trouble after about 12 hours of sanding windows for repainting. Ups were a 17’1″ twenty-one pound WOB. Downs were not hitting 18′ on the sheaf. Sure it was wet and kept sticking to the forks on us, but still. Turning the big dog Caber was tons of fun but struggling in the distance events was a buzzkill (but not really cuz I didn’t have my first beer until the Caber. Thanks again Amy!!!)

I learned a few things too. For example, when we’re flying from event to event with no break, plan accordingly with better food. I eventually had a banana but it was probably about 4 or 5 hours after breakfast. Unacceptable. Especially when we drove and I had plenty of opportunity to plan better. I need good snacks and lighter sandwiches that will help keep me feeling strong. More water although I was hitting the port O potty enough so maybe I was okay there (TMI? Not even close;) Better food the night before and breakfast. I strayed off the beaten path for breakfast and will avoid that in the future. Good meat scramble, some fruit, and a pancake. That gets the engines burning hot and stays hot for a while longer.

Next stop (last stop), Texas.

As excited as I am to finish out in Texas, I’m honestly looking forward to just being finished. March 2nd, that was the first Games of the season. In a snowstorm. With a fire alarm getting us out of bed and out of our hotel room the night before. It’s been quite a ride. Celebrating seeing our Games family again; meeting new friends; travels to the PNW to spend time with real family and more Games fun (which we’re hoping to expand next year if we are able to get into the Portland Games.) Of course Scotland, even MORE new friends from all points of the globe. It’s been so amazing and I kind of feel bad for wishing it over.

But I do. I’m tired and ya know what? I don’t wanna practice anymore (yes, I almost whined when I typed that.) Some things are clicking and I LIKE practicing that stuff. But many things still aren’t and though I know in time they will, they’re not and I’m just tired of not throwing those stupid hammers better. Or hitting a better open stone. Yup, when the whining starts it’s time to finish up. Two weeks. But for those two weeks? I’m on it. Best food. Keep moving with morning walks. Light training. Drills, drills, drills. Keeping actual throwing reps to a minimum since they’re wearing me out more right now. Good sleep (well, good for me anyway.) Stretch and roll. All in.

12 Days. I just need 12 more days.

Matt: So to summarize?

Me: To summarize…Windmills. Ebola.

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