I left after the last sprint this morning quick.
Just coasted around to the stop sign, 7 done. Good ones, full efforts, Hard to the line.
My mind, soupy, as if, I'd drank one of them big 50's restaurant drinks, a Volcano, full of tasty booze, meant for two.
I waited at the light, crossed, filled my bottle, and headed out of the city, swimming up stream,
against the a.m. flow in.
the rowers, were Eakins, coming alive, with the back light, the breeze a vanilla malt,
the women, going by, I swear each one looked at me in the eye, a bit of evil, a lot of lust,
I kept falling in love
I cut the grass pulled weeds drank a beer put down mulch took a nap to head out to a ball game on a pleasant night with friends.
I was justifiably reward for my hard work.
7 hard sprints, to the line.
got some new kicks, made of Tyvek, very pleasant, does the trick.
I have not ridden much this week, an easier week.
The rides I did do, GV30, Monkey's Mountain Bike Fairhill, a bit of Saturday night sscx.
and each one, was special, I feel fit, fit enough to have fun and confidence, to have pep,
to go hard.
I'll never be the fittest or the best trained.
I love my work, and what I do, is not really conducive to training schedules.
I do the both, the best I can.
Last weekend, some pictures popped up on facebook, Ott's Barn 1/29/43. That's our house.
and I was out loading gear in my truck, for work and a man, sweating and stuttering a bit, came up the drive, he grew up on our street, he told us about our house, we showed him around, he traveled back into time, his memories, and it must of been good times, he said he'd cry,...
but he talked excitedly, and pointed here and there, what a grand surprise.
I don't know if I'd ever want to live anywhere else, heck it's hard to get us out of the house to take a vacation. I don't know, ....maybe just a trip and ride at Fairhill with friends, that's far enough, the couple of hours spent there just pedaling about, riding, I really think thats all I need.