Man, am I tired. Sleep has been a distant friend recenly and I’m beginning to feel like the boy in a bubble. Thing is once you’ve gone too long without, you can’t. Isn’t that strange? I keep singing the old Warren Zevon song in my head, ” I’ll sleep when I’m dead”.

Each day now I’m back into the swing of hiking the mini-mountains. Then in the evening it’s off to the pool to roll. (well, a couple days in the pool – A couple on the lakes, I have to get out and just paddle as well. . ) Last night I worked and worked and worked on my hand rolls. I’ve come to the point now where I’m 100% from set-up and about 60-40 when I try to do it from way out of position. And in a moment of self-pride I have to mention I got my first offside Norsaq rolls last evening as well.

I’m always amazed by how learning each roll is like learning the first. As I’ve said before, someone learning an angel roll, hand roll, or whatever can still converse with someone learning their first roll. It’s the same converstation just different a few different nouns. Body first, head down, etc., No matter where you are in your personal learning curve we’re all in the same. . . ah, . . . “boat”.

- d