If you had seen me running home from school that day and then seen me running from the weight room up to my room, you would have thought that my sprint home had been in slow motion.
I mean, it was like I had a rocket attached to the back of my diapered butt as I ran up both flights of stairs and into my room. And just for the record, on my way up the second flight of steps, I had remembered to grab my backpack so I wouldn’t get yelled at once again for leaving it where it didn’t belong.
The first thing I did once I reached my room was to toss my backpack onto my bed, the second was to pull my surfboard off the wall; it was about to get its very first taste of water.