So in our last post, the stage floor had been painted, and a little cut out had been left for the ring. Then I went on a retreat with my fellow Jerome Fellows (along with the McKnights and all kinds of other awesome folks).
Tofte Lake, home of Norm's Fish Camp.
You can't tell, but this is a sauna. At night, you'd start here (up to 200 degrees)...
...and then you jump into the lake here. And scream loud. And curse. It was cold. And awesome.
Even city boys can appreciate nature.
This is what a retreat is supposed to be, right?
And I come home (home?) to Chicago, and this is what’s waiting for me:
And yes, I immediately climbed into it and bounced off the ropes. Words cannot express what it feels like to discover your own personal wrestling ring.
More more more soon soon soon.
