At practice, during warm-up, we do bag drills. We shuffle around bags,
hop over them, do sideways leap frogs and run to the line where we
crash through two people, gauntlet-style. every practice, two new
people head the line. In preparation for going home this weekend, I've
tried to avoid it, so I'm not showing my parents two black arms.
Until yesterday, when putting helmets on, Mac yes out, "Palila, you
haven't done this yet!"
And so now here I am, date with the Nolichukey tomorrow, and my
shoulders are bruised enough that a purse hurts and mow it's my left
arm that's back and blue down to my elbow. Oooh, that life vest is
gonna be fun!