What Exactly Have I Bitten Off?

30709317_10104836828778151_2981856142751170560_oHF, people, the caber is a flagpole. That’s not a metaphor. It’s an actual steel FLAGPOLE. And the center of gravity is eight feet above your head.

Today’s lesson from Coach Beth was just how to “pick the caber,” i.e. flick it up into the stirrup of your hands. But J-dog was a “no-go” at that station.

Saints preserve us. At Woodland, my goal is just going to be to pick the caber, period. Anything after that will be a cherry on top.

 

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