headbanging and jetskiing

My headbanging and jetskiing days are truly over. Not that I've done much headbanging in the last ten years, but my friends warned me that banging my head like a rock star while playing air drums in my younger years would catch up with me. Now, who really knows what causes one to have a neck that goes out of place on occasion. It could be accumulative abuse over the course of a lifetime. I mean, throwing myself out of trees with the boys in the neighborhood while playing Johnny Quest probably didn't help. We'd compete to see who could land on their backs and get the breath knocked out ourselves the hardest and longest. Sometimes I would win. It could also be from getting rear-ended twice in car accidents. I never really got hurt by it, not bad anyways. I have slept on some bad pillows in my day, and even on towels and rolled up jeans. My chiropractor chews me out for sleeping with my arm under my head.

I went out on the jet ski Sunday. It was only for a twenty minute or so ride, and the bay was smooth. The lake was pretty choppy, though. It was Fred's new ride, and it is a lot bigger and smoother on the water than our Tigershark. I was going 35 and feeling like I was flying! I used to get up to 45 on the Tigershark, flip it around a little. I thought I took a leisurely ride Sunday. I guess it's how you have to put your arms out on the handles, something about the positioning that never fails to mess up my neck.

It's Wednesday, and I'm still suffering. Really, it isn't worth it. David and I went to see "The Dark Knight" last night, and I spazzed out so bad that I could hardly get out of the chair. It was one of those moments that my body literally froze and I couldn't move. I practically had to get on my knees to crawl out of the chair. The chairs in the theater have given me trouble in the past, and I should have known better than to go. In any case, I'd rather have a SeaDoo little five person boat to jet around in; like the kind that has the sunbathing hull in the front.

I don't miss the headbanging. I didn't really quit because of my neck. I just mellowed a little and grew up a tad. I will miss jetskiing. There's something about opening up just past the wake and taking off on the water by yourself. It's exhilarating.