Jun 15, 2026
Transitions Are Hard.
After a long, snowy winter and a chilly spring, this past weekend finally felt like summer. We headed up to my in-laws' lake house in southern Michigan — a place that's been in the family for decades. The boat went in the water. The sun was actually warm and the water… well, it wasn’t freezing. And on Sunday morning, my wife did what she does every year at this time: she got up on one ski and made it look effortless. I should mention — she's a serious water skier. She's been doing it since she was a kid and is still genuinely impressive to watch. I, on the other hand, learned to ski on two skis at what I would generously call a junior varsity level. But, mercifully, my first ski of the season went well. No injuries. I'll take it. Hers did not go quite the same way. She popped up clean, had a great run — and somewhere in there, strained a piriformis injury she's dealt with before. During the nearly three-hour drive home, she was sore, stiff, and moving like the car ride had sealed her into a pretzel.
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