I'm a big fan of nostalgia. No one really talks about skipping rocks anymore, but I tell ya, if I was a 12-year-old boy and the year was 1939, it would be an utter shame that I don't know how to properly skip a rock. So, naturally, I put this on my list of must-do's for the summer.
You may have read that I am turning everything that we know about the world upside down by making an effort to run a 5k. To my chagrin, I ran my first mile on Monday, and today I did it again! This time I took the show to a local waterfront park, so I decided that while I was there, it would be an excellent opportunity to make that attempt at skipping stones. This was convenient because it allowed me to blame all of my less-than-successful attempts on that fact that I was still delirious from running a mile. So after I finished my run, I took to the rocky beach and got down to business. I knew that I needed flat rocks. Check. I knew that I needed a flat water surface. Check. What I did not know was how on earth I was supposed to throw the thing. So I did my best impression of a person who knows what they're doing and, from a distance, I may have fooled a few people who'd forgotten to put in their contacts. However, up-close, I wasn't fooling anyone. Needless to say, I did not come anywhere near the world record of 51 skips, but I did get some pretty great kerplunks as the rocks plummeted solidly and consistently to the bottom of the bay. While these kerplunks are a pretty good indication of failure, I take solace in the fact that they are also incredibly satisfying.
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