Two stories.
2010. April. A front yard needing to be mowed. A man. A lawn mower that wouldn't start. Countless oil checks, general inspections, water breaks. 80 pull attempts in a 3-hour period. Within two weeks, a bum shoulder. No more softball. Hello, PT.
One year later. Tonight. An outdoor vespers. WWVA. A man. Wearing shorts. Wearing flip flops. For over an hour. Result: frozen toes.
All this in the name of manning up, thinking it won't be too bad. Fortunately, tonight's improper reasoning won't lead to a second round of PT...
