Wack-Job Saturday

Wow, what a wierd day of training. Started out good with a ride attempt, but then 40 minutes in it started pissing down some cold-ass rain, so I aborted and finished with 1:15 on the bike. Drove home and headed over to the gym for 45 minutes on the stair master and then various (mostly legs) weights including 5 sets of 270 lbs. x 10 on the leg press. That should make up for only a little over an hour on the bike.

Exciting trip to and from the gym. Half way there I noticed I was low on gas. Then the light comes on. O.K. I need to get some gas stat. Oh SNAP! I left my wallet with my bike stuff at home! So I made it to they gym, scrounged around the E. for change and came up with 60¢ covered in sticky, spilt coffee (WIFEY!!!). I actually put 60 cents of gas in my car!! I must have looked like some sort of crack-head going in and paying with change, smelling of B.O. from the gym. Fact: 60¢ gets you .25 gal. of gas. Nice.

I want to bake up some white pizza stromboli tonight, so I figured I'd stop at the wine store and pick up some Red for Wifey and I (for enhanced "super powers"), then go to Shop N Save for some extra ingredients. Wine store went fine but when I went to S'nS it was f*cking chaos!!

Music blaring Steeler fight songs, people attacking a table full of Steeler merchandice like it was Goddamn free money, everyone in the store (except for your's truly) in Steeler jerseys etc., etc., I tell you this now. If they lose, there will be a riot. These people are putting every ounce of good mojo they can scrounge from an otherwise mostly despressed (litterly and figuratively) area into this game and this team.

I couldn't stand it anymore and left. I'll make do with what I have for the strom-boes. I know this sounds wacked, but I was actually getting sad watching these people. Then pissed at them 'cause 90% of these types are the same ones that yell "FAG!" out the window when I'm out on my bike. Oh well. I'll watch the game and win or lose I'll go to bed, get up the next morning and go to work with one thing on my mind. "I CAN NOT WAIT FOR THE 2006 RACE SEASON"

Don't leat your meat loaf.

later.

p.s. THIS just about sums it up. Sad, very sad. Maybe I should change Brennan's name to this to honor Lance?