Since I lost my dad and discovered running my passion for hockey has somewhat diminished. So much so I actually ended up "changing teams" (not that team to team!) and moved to a less competitive group of guys. I've still been playing a 2-3 times a month - kinda makes for an interesting cross training!
The last few times I've played I've had an absolute blast. One thing that fascinates me tremendously about Hockey is that when you're in a game you forget about life in a very big way. To be honest all that I can really remember for that hour and change is that my name is "Cody." (Yes, from my team mates yelling at me!) After the game I remember "I have a wife, I have a dog, etc."
I miss this feeling. I find running especially to be incredibly introspective. I do some great thinking running. That's great, but there's something magical about "checking your life at the door." Thoughts? Maybe I should listen to music a bit more...
Oh and here's a fake pic of me fighting.
Oh yeah, I'm pissed Danny got eliminated off Idol this week! Kris is mediocre at best and reminds me of the generic smug popular guy in high school. (/vent.)