General’s Log, Hair Date 78312.5:

Planning. It’s an essential component of a successful journey, and my current voyage is no exception. Navigation, cosmic weather, solar flares—these challenges are known to every space traveler. But then there’s something else: 8U hockey tournaments in distant star systems. Every galactic trek demands precise preparation. Yet even the most carefully charted course can veer off trajectory at a moment’s notice, sending ripples through space-time and challenging one’s very resolve.

As winter approaches on Memphis Prime, each passing day becomes critical. Each mile is a victory hard-earned. Today, I recount the story of the past several Earth-days: half a fortnight filled with trials and tribulations rarely encountered by humankind. Planning, adaptation, and perseverance are key and have kept this perilous journey on course.

In the vast universe, Hydrogen reigns supreme. It comprises approximately 75% of the cosmos. Meanwhile, Oxygen sits humbly at around 1% of the visible universe. Separately, these elements are vital for human existence. But every once in a while, the universe combines two atoms of Hydrogen with one of Oxygen, releasing H2O—the silent antagonist of the cosmic rollerblader.

My Macroblade-110 3W is a craft of high precision, capable of reaching speeds in excess of 3.89 x 10E-7 times the speed of light—a blistering pace! But during an H2O event, even the Macroblade needs assistance. Enter the Powerslide Torrent 110mm 84A-70A rotational discs. Forged from space-grade material, these specialized grips maintain traction where others falter. With these on, I reduced propulsor output during the torrential downpour (i.e., light spritz) and managed to stay on course, meeting my daily distance goals despite the liquid onslaught of Memphis Prime.

Yet in the cosmos, to avert one crisis is merely to reveal another. Noting the change in weather patterns and sensing a relentless journey ahead to the treacherous region known as St. Louis, I doubled my daily mileage output the day after the H2O deluge. Finally, a rest day was built into the schedule. A small victory was within my grasp.

But the universe is a harsh mistress. I awoke to an unsettling silence, an absence of my usual morning call—the sweet melody of “Nashville, TN” by Earth’s Chris Stapleton. Panic set in as I realized I hadn’t awoken early to embark on my voyage; I was late. An entire hour had slipped away like a comet in the depths of a dark nebula. My intended travel time was lost—a missed window I would regret in the days to come.

Who was the saboteur responsible for my downfall? A malevolent interloper? As the answer dawned, a cry erupted from the depths of my soul: BENNNNETTTTTTTTT!!! My son. My trusted crewmate. While commandeering my communications device, he had deactivated my alert system. A move that threw my entire mission into disarray.

I salvaged what I could from the wreckage of my plans, but a day was lost. Miles, gone. My spirit, momentarily dampened. But tomorrow is a fresh star on the galactic horizon. From darkness, light emerges. I will plan. I will adapt. And above all, I will persevere.

Resolve!

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