This morning's Velocity was three rounds of:

2x 20m walking kettleball swings
10 turkish sit ups
20 inverse rows
30 ball slams
6 x 50m runs

I managed only two rounds, and even those were sketchy. Having gone to bed at 2:00 am this morning, as I was unable to sleep because of today's stresses), I wasn't really in any shape to do much more than those two rounds.

Every once in a while, I pick up a book that is outside of my normal reading patterns. Sometimes I enjoy them, sometimes I don't, and sometimes I just can't get through them (think: Catch 22). The most recent of these books was The Gun Seller, by Hugh Laurie. That last part, the "Hugh Laurie" part, was why I bought the book. Having been a House fan since I heard David Shore's interview on NPR, I thought I'd give the actor's book a try.

I described the writing to Kris, since it wasn't a style I particularly liked. He said it sounded very much in the style of the Black Adder. Many of the descriptions went something like "She rolled her eyes. Which isn't to say she took her eyes out and threw them across the floor, but rather she looked up and around."

For the most part, I enjoyed the book, though I wasn't able to read it as quickly as I normally read books, which was a little frustrating. The plot wasn't particularly complicated, but had a couple of entertaining twists. It seemed to be quite similar to the usual plots of spies and intrigue, but not quite in the same vein as Ludlum or Fleming.

Kris asked if he should read the book, and I said sure, why not. My stack of books is shorter by one. Kris' is taller by one.

Woke up this morning semi-late, but not really, despite the late arrival early this morning. I made pumpkin waffles. Instead of using my usual pumpkin waffle recipe, I tried a new one. They turned out softer than the usual ones, and less pumpkiny.

2 c. flour
1 tbsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. baking soda
1/2 tsp. salt
5 tbsp. sugar
1 tsp. ground ginger
1 tsp. nutmeg
1 tsp. cinnamon
2 large eggs, separated (I used jumbo eggs, yolks into meium bowl, whites into mixer bowl)
1/4 c. vegetable oil (I used safflower oil)
2 c. buttermilk
3/4 c. canned pumpkin
1/4 tsp. cream of tartar

1. In a largish bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, sugar, giner, nutmeg, and cinnamon.

2. In a medium bowl, whisk egg yolks until pale yellow (I just mixed them), whisk in oil, buttermilk and pumpkin.

3. Beat egg whites until foamy, add cream of tartar and beat until soft peaks form (I mixed until hard peaks formed).

4. Add yolk mixture to flour mixture, stirring to combine.

5. Gently fold egg whites into the batter.

6. Make waffles according to waffle iron directions.

The waffles turned out more puffy and softer than the Smitten Kitchen waffles. I thought the difference was because I cooked these waffles for less time than the other waffles, but that wasn't why since both I followed the waffle iron beep and the waffles browned the same amount as the other ones.

These were also sweeter than the Smitten Kitchen waffles, which fits both me and Kris just fine.

Having won our semis yesterday, we had our first game today at 1:00 in the afternoon. I used the time to work furiously on POUNDS, only to discover that I needed an internet connection to build the AIR release package (YEARGH). So, I had to take stats AGAIN on the paper. Good thing I had my notebook from yesterday.

The finals were against Mental Toss Flycoons, in a game that was, I thought, spirited (but I wasn't on the field). The scores went 0-0, 1-0, 1-1, 2-1, 2-2, 2-3, 3-3, 3-4, 3-5, 3-6, 4-6, 5-6, 6-6 (hey, it's a game of runs), 6-7, 7-7, 8-7, with our taking half, and no team having any net breaks at half. The scores continued 8-8, 9-8, 9-9, 9-10, when the soft cap went on. The problem with the cap going on during the 9-10 point was that on the far sideline, a guy was blowing an annoying horn. I heard the soft cap horn go on before we scored 10-10, but everyone kept telling me, no, it was the annoying horn on the far sideline. I kept insisting, so Warren ran over to frisbee central to find out. Sure enough, the soft cap horn had blown when I heard it, and the game was capped at 12.

We scored the last two points, 11-10, 12-10 to take the top seed from the Northwest going into Nationals. WHOO!

Last year for the fall series, Brynne suggested we have secret psych-up buddies. Each teammate was assigned another teammate, whom s/he was to secretly inspire. This year, even without Brynne's inspiration, we did the same thing, with Steffi leading the charge (I think). For the most part, the women on the team are all excited about the idea, and the men are all fairly much down on the idea.

For the most part.

Last year, Paul had, I don't recall why, Gu packets clipped to his nipples and shorts, asking anyone if they wanted a shot of Gu. This year, Paul's psych-up buddy helped him to a repeat, providing clips and Gu. Paul obliged and asked the team, if anyone wanted a shot.

Oddly enough, some were willing. He had takers.

DanO had an inspirational buddy, who made sure he stayed hydrated with his very own adult sippy cup.

The most spectacular psych-up idea was, however, from Mark's buddy. She, and oh boy does it have to be a she because of the idea, and a player new this year, painted the Mischief logo (in this year's colors, not last year's colors, hence the belief she's new this season) on two paddle ball paddles. She then wrote up an instruction manual on the uses of the paddles: either as paddles in the game or, tied together around his broken hand, as a splint.

The instruction manual was both entertaining and well done. The gift was inspiring.

Doyle picked up the paddles and was walking around swinging them. Of course, when you swing, you hit things. Say, bees. And when you hit bees, you, uh, piss them off.

The frost in the morning had gotten my feet so wet that I had to do something to dry them. I was tired of their being damp and cold, so I took them off and was walking around barefoot as the socks were drying in the sun. I stepped over a couple bags on my way to sit down, avoiding a yellow jacket that was buzzing around the bags.

Except that I didn't.

And it stung me.

I jumped up, screaming and crying, brushing my foot where I had just been bitten. I tried to turn away from everyone, because I knew I had just made a fool of myself, with the screaming, and that my face was going to be a screwed up mess with the pain and tears. My teammates are awesome, though, and took care of me. I iced the foot, and didn't seem to have any swelling, which is a BIG change from the last bee sting, which caused my ankle to swell to the size of my knee.

I can't believe that even WITHOUT playing, I still manage to be injured.