Monday, May 12, 2008

Hydro everything.

This is pretty damn cool. I would totally work out on the old treaddy if this were my tread mill. I mean my crap is okay, but it still pounds you to death. This would have me projecting back to the days of fighting the waves and currents trying to survive another summer at the beach. Ahh the days of being drug by the rip current along the bottom. The joys of scraping your face across the broken seashells and coarse sand. The thumping of another wave pounding you back into the surf. I miss childhood. And I think if this were available to me in my childhood, I would have fought better against the waves Howard, but they just seemed to fade away and come back...

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