The Breakers

Man, I feel like I got the crap kicked out of me this weekend.  My whole body is still sore from going to Naraganset on Saturday.  Yesterday, I could barely make myself move for the better part of the day.  This is mostly a direct result of going out onto the rocks and flying my whiptastic kites in too much wind.  My forearms are killing me from flying the quadline for way too long and pushing the limits of my wrist/forearm stamina.  I wanted to fly that thing so badly that I kept going until I couldn't take it anymore.  I almost crashed it into an RV at the end because I was just totally out of energy.  That's when I knew I had to put it away. 

Then the rocks.  Oh god, the rocks.  We decided to go onto the rock jetty thing.  The ones by the shore weren't so bad, but the ones in the water were covered with barnacles and wicked slippery.  The bottoms of my feet are all sliced up and hurty.  I fell quite a few times and chewed up my knees and chest.  I also learned that I have developed a very dangerous way of falling.  When I lose my footing, instead of putting my arms down to brace myself, I throw them behind me and land right on my chest.  I think I'm scared of breaking my elbow or hand again (they each have plates and 14 - 5 screws respectively).  This seems to have delighted my friends to no end.  Everytime I would slip, my hands would fly back and I would land with a thud right on my chest...on the barnacles.  Laughter ensued.  Thanks guys.  I also have to deal with a relatively accurate mocking impression of the act (albeit, without the resulting impact). I even managed to get a nice 1.5 inch cut on my upper eyelid.  Don't really know how that happened. 

Gonna be a long day.