Sunday, July 23, 2006
lots and lots of water
It has been a bit hot around here lately. I'm not quite sure what happened to that nice 75 and sunny thing that I always tell people back home about. Someone we ran into today said it was 100 and that was in the shade. I guess that would explain why I had no trouble drinking about 1.5 gallons today. As we were descending, one of the guys on the ride got it exactly right when he said "it feels like riding into a hair dryer".
Monday, July 10, 2006
age
I fell asleep before 11 on Saturday night and I hurt my lower back. What kind of people do these things? Old ones, that's who. So as I hit the 1/4 century mark and can officially be called old again, why have I been feeling and acting like a 16 year old lately? I've always been a bit behind on this kind of stuff but shouldn't I have grown out of that phase a long time ago?
Sunday, July 09, 2006
black dots and blue spots
I got a new bike yesterday and I even had a chance to take it out for a short ride :) I didn't have too much time today but I did get out and ride it around town a little bit. It was just light enough on my way home to take the trail instead of the streets. Bad idea. Lesson learned: Just because it's light enough to ride in the woods doesn't mean you should. I was a human windshield. I ate a ridiculous amount of those little tiny black bugs. I couldn't breathe in without getting them in mouth or my nose. They got stuck everywhere. At one point I looked down at my arms and there were probably at least 15 dead ones stuck on each one. Gross.
I seem to have acquired a large number of blue spots (aka bruises) on my legs this weekend. I put on some shorts tonight and stood in front of the mirror and it really looks like I've been beaten. Turns out I'm just clumsy. I like bruises and if you've hung around with me long enough, chances are you've seen me get excited when I get them. This is bordering on excessive though.
I seem to have acquired a large number of blue spots (aka bruises) on my legs this weekend. I put on some shorts tonight and stood in front of the mirror and it really looks like I've been beaten. Turns out I'm just clumsy. I like bruises and if you've hung around with me long enough, chances are you've seen me get excited when I get them. This is bordering on excessive though.
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