I went to Lake Placid yesterday afternoon to see my Very Cute Doctor. This is the view from the golf course there--these are the Olympic ski jumps. They're really high and you can take an elevator to the top of the 90 meter (the tallest one). It's glassed in on top and you get a spectacular 180-degree view, plus you can look down the jump to see what it's like to be a ski jumper. Insanity, that's what it's like. You can think of the ski jumps two ways: a blight on an otherwise beautiful vista, or something really historic and cool. I feel different ways different days. Yesterday I wished they weren't there. And my doctor? He told me not to do the frog kick anymore when I swim.
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