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Training Camp
Eventually we made it to the party...at like 12:05. Turns out that the party was in the house just around the corner from my house....hey, we're athletes, not brain surgeons. Eventually, the party started to die down, so Suzanne and I headed to the lobby to get down and dirty to the beats of the hotel DJ. My hazy memory tells me that we were possibly the only ones dancing on the deserted dance floor. Then, BAM!, genius idea! Let's go drunk swimming! YEEAH!!!! The fact that Suzanne didn't have a bathing suit was a small obstacle. People figured it out when we both came back soaking but her clothes were completely dry.... Anyway, we could have partied all night, but when you end up eating cold leftover pasta on the curb talking about life at 3am, you know the night is pretty much over. Even more sobering was the fact that in the house on whose curb we were perched, two teenagers from Montreal were fucking like they were the last two humans on Earth. Fucking with the window open. We probably sat there for a good half hour, chatting with the background sex as the soundtrack for the night, before nearly passing out from alcohol. God, to be young (and classy!) again. So what else happened? The weather wasn't fantastic so I couldn't get skin cancer. Did some marathon shopping and ended up with some cashmere Burberry scarves, DKNY glasses, Energie jeans, Puma trainers, among other things, and I only spent $220. I feel ripped off. I had a very interesting house. Two decathletes, two high jumpers, and two pole vaulter. 6'7", 6'5", 6'3", 6'1", 6'1" and...5'8". Guess which one I am. Among them, three Canadian champions. We were also known as the most destructive house. We probably owe the resort a lot of money but we're pretty good at hiding the damage. Along with the holes in the walls, we've got broken picture frames... ...and short circuited can openers-I almost electrocuted myself! (Note that it's STILL plugged in) playing soccer in the house, throwing things down the garburator, and WRESTLING! Other things that went down this week: I also noticed America has some fucked up things here. Honey Buns: 32 grams of fat in an impossibly small pastry. And who puts these two things on the same shelf, side by side??? Random pictures:
And possibly the best picture of the entire trip: Anyway, despite what you may think, I did do SOME training. Two three-hour practices a day, and an hour in the weight room or the pool. Sure, my hands bled everyday and my legs look like I was in a car accident, but it was totally worth it. I think Suzanne put it best when she compared pole vault to an abusive husband: 90% of the time, you get beaten to a pulp, but you live for that one rare chance that you do it right and the thrill that comes with it.
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