the OMV...

the theme here is based on a character in a popular book, read by a few people, name known to some. he goes by the name of adam... the first. if he were alive today he would be old [no shit sherlock, huh?]. nevertheless, though not as old as this minor player in human history, i am no college youth anymore. the topic is based on this quality, heightening such things as fine wines, vinegars, cheeses... and garry... age. well, yesterday, when going to the gym with every intention of succoming to my decrepidly elder ways and riding the stationary bike, i found myself meandering in a hypnotic daze into a wooden-floored space where 10 foot giants reign supreme. before i know it, i found myself on a team of 5 playing some good ol' hoops. well, needless to say, the 'cheesy and winey' qualities came out in me and my age shined through... in the better sense. i ran circles around a those youts [purposfully left out the 'h'] for 2.5-3 hours. though my shooting abilities are not to par as of late as i demonstrated for over 2 of those hours, i found that i could still 'play'... and by play, i mean run around in such a fashion that i don't look like a chicken with my head cut off... there seemingly seemed [at least to me] to be some purpose to what i was doing. then again, i feel like there is purpose to other various things that others may deem worthless and unnecessary... so that really doesn't say much now does it?
so, thoroughly sore, what better to do than the OMV...
omv... i.e. 'old man vault' was an event taken place at the sacred shrine that is the bubble, today. this was the pseudo-first time down the runway from a full approach since early last summer [mayish]. i say 'pseudo' because on tuesday i had that attempt to vault [see below's entry] where i came down the runway from a full approach [7 lefts] twice, one of which left quite the memory mark upon my ancient and easily bruising skin. the other one only proved that i could get into the pit... thus today was the one. it felt good... could have been better [as most things always could] but i wound up clearing 13 feet and wound up getting on a pole that i probably should have a couple jumps earlier on my attempts at 14 feet. i would say that hopefully i will be able to get this by the end of the spring... and 15 would be nice as well, but one step at a time.
anywho, just thought that i would throw that up here, and hopefully i will get the vids up onto youtube soon from the event... i preemptivly thank fred and vica for thier filming contributions and abilities.
have a beautimous evening,
love,
g