As you’re reading this, unless you’re unlike me and don’t check your email several times a day, I’m on a plane to Ohio.
The day of reckoning is upon me.
Tomorrow is the Atomic Athletic Great Black Swamp Olde Time Strongman Picnic. Wow, that name is a mouthful.
Tomorrow I perform.
Tomorrow I pull a fire truck with my hair.
(As a side note I ran into a couple old friends a couple days ago and told them what I was doing this weekend. What else would I be doing on a Saturday afternoon? Watching sports and drinking a beer? No. Going to the beach? Nope. Pulling a fire truck with my hair? Of course. Typical for me. The more I think about it the more absurd it seems even to me.)
I’ve trained hard. I’m as prepared as I can be.
There’s going to be hundreds of people. Radio and TV coverage. Even now I can hear the play-by-play action going on in my head…and yes its in John Madden’s voice.
…He’s getting set for the pull. The chains are taught. He’s straining but nothing’s happening…oh…wait a second…yes there it is! The firetruck is moving! Slowly but Logan’s gaining momentum. He…could…go…All…THE…WAY!!!!
The pressure is on.
Wish me luck.
P.S. Thanks for everyone who sent me Happy Birthday wishes yesterday. I’ve never received that many in one day and it was quite overwhelming. This is certainly a new way to celebrate!