tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194640.post114089084253876144..comments2023-09-02T02:32:59.326-07:00Comments on i was happy in the haze of a drunken hour: mystery achievementthis charming manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10671522345667177611noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194640.post-1141221842805726952006-03-01T06:04:00.000-08:002006-03-01T06:04:00.000-08:00I think the uneven bars. That used to be my "thing...I think the uneven bars. That used to be my "thing" as a young gymnast. Then I got too tall and fat. *Sigh*Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194640.post-1140991800061375902006-02-26T14:10:00.000-08:002006-02-26T14:10:00.000-08:00now that i think of it, unless you're the sled dri...now that i think of it, unless you're the sled driver you don't see much during the run. you're bent over with your face in the butt of the guy ahead of you. and being the driver takes tons more training than i'd be able to do without quitting my job and being supported full-time by the danish olympic committee. <BR/><BR/>a gymnast? what would be your signature event?this charming manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10671522345667177611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194640.post-1140958445136228712006-02-26T04:54:00.000-08:002006-02-26T04:54:00.000-08:00mmmm...greg in a bobsled.i always wanted to be a g...mmmm...greg in a bobsled.<BR/>i always wanted to be a gymnast - i get much more excited about that OTHER olympicsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com