I Fell Off...

The Wagon.

Ughhhh! For cryin' out LOUD! Blow out week at both jobs this week, which I turned into a blow out in the diet department. Man, I'm sick of doing this! Lifestyle change, lifestyle change, lifestyle change. There, I feel a little better. Well I don't have to work on Saturday (not yet at least) so it looks like it's a go for the ride I planned last Sunday. Don, McSteel and I are going to pre-ride a race course South of Albany. Don will sit down on every climb, probably smiling all the way. Maybe even humming a merry tune. Oh how I long for the days when people rode with frame pumps. I'd throw mine into his front wheel! Ha! Don climbs like a Tour specialist which makes me proud 'cause I introduced him to this sport. McSteel will climb well and most likely be only a bike length or two behind the "Don". This is usually quite fun to watch as these two drag race uphill as if there's KOM points available. Cool. Me? I'll climb like a constipated old turtle. If I'm lucky. Who cares. It will only make me stronger and that's what I want more than anything. Well, I want to hold on to my hundred dollar bill pretty bad too...

Peace out. Enjoy your friends, family, the Sun, and your ride.