Today I leave for a weekend of throwing.
Well, really a two days of helping and a day of throwing, plus set up and break down. My reward for this endeavor? Heat, sweat, a floor to sleep on, a ride to and from, water, snacks, and a shirt suitable for wearing.
Oh, and seeing the best group of people of the world. And pushing the heck out of myself to try.
I am badly in need of a weekend such as this, a weekend where I can cast aside all responsibilities and all concerns and just be a guy there to help and see his friends and go and throw things. It is a luxury almost, the luxury of being one's self in the midst of friends being themselves to throwing and laughing and the speaking of smack.
On the other side of this, of course, I will probably be completely exhausted, bearing some sort of unusual sunburn, and creaking around all Monday morning. But it will be totally worth it - after all, how often can a man say he has spent a weekend doing what he truly loves, and all of it for the price of a little effort.