Done Complaining

As of today I sorta, kinda, refused to talk or complain about my DVT (aka my blood clot). It's there, I have to deal with in. Done. Thanks for letting me vents some penile craniumness here this week. But this is a bike blog, not WebMD. So DVT be gone. F*ck the clot. Lets ride....

Wifey is sick, so I hit soccer solo with B-Man today. Sweet nipply moobs was it cold!! I mean it wasn't cold by Ball Deep Snow, Minnesotta or anything, but after 80 degrees las week, this morning's 45 degrees with a stiff nipple erecting wind made for some chattering teeth watching B-Man do his thang.

Soon I was home and loading up NanoPodious™ with some new music. Man I found "2K7 Instrumentals", by Dan The Automator on eMusic. Totally diggin it. I totall dig it. Electro-groove-tastic without stupid rapping in it. My fave song title has to be "Ball Til You Fall". I love some of the production by folks like D.T.A. but man, nothing can make one feel whiter than paste than a 37 year old white man listening to rap music. So this fits my need to listen to some sweet electronica without feeling as stupid or as pasty. BTW I am all over my new Nano. Thes feature HAS to be the fact that you can cross-fade your song on it. Friggin' shweet..

So once said new NanoPodious™ was loaded, it was time to chamois up. I had reservation about it. I just kept thinking of the look my doc gave me when I asked her if I could ride. She said yes, but looked less than thrilled. So I took Wifey's cell phone just in case I felt a PE coming on.

I wanted to mountain bike. I wanted to road ride. But I thought it might be best if right now I did something that kept my heart rate lower than what it would be hitting climbs on the road or trail. So I headed to the rail trail. The air was burnt bacon crisp without the fat and my ass cheeks were all chubbed up to get in some saddle time. I rolled the Mamasita for 2 hours. Today was the first ride (in the day) that I have been cold on a ride in probably eight months or so. It was an unhappy reminder of what is to come over the next 5 or 6 months. But I was riding. And I'm not gonna complain about that. I don't care where it was. I was so mentally itchy to ride I would have ridden B-Man's bike with training wheels around the living room if it meant that I was in the saddle.

Not sure if I'll ride tomorrow or lay low. I might lay low. Wifey wants to go out tonight. To be honest the thought the thought of going to our fave restaurants and not enjoy the fine beverages they have to offer is not something I want to do. This is currently causing me to be hated in the way that a wife hates when she thinks that the only reason I don't want to go out is that I don't want to spend time with her. NOT that I won't be able to enjoy the experience of OK food, sub par service, and general annoyance I get by interacting with large groups of middle class suburban Americans without the aid of a fine malty beverage. I know that makes me sound like I have issues. It's not the alcohol. It's the comfort in the routine that I would miss. Plus do I REALLY want to sit in a restaurant like Mad Mex that has huge selection of beers on tap and NOT drink them. That's like asking a fat man to go to a bakery for salad. Oh well, I guess at SOME point I will need to venture out, but tonight is not the night. Unless of course Wifey hits me upside the head with something. ;)

I wanted to add to the above that I actually LIKE to stay at home and eat. I DO the cooking in the house and I love to do it. It's fun. I hate cleaning up, but I love cooking. I tend to like my stuff better than stuff out, plus I KNOW who cooked it. In a restaurant (at least the type we go to) often it's some dude making my burrito with the save hand he just scratched his ass or adjusted his stuff with. At least at home I know it was MY ass! HA! Also I will add that since my initial post over an hour ago I've been sitting here with shoes on, waiting for Wifey to come home. Still waiting. Still waiting...... UPDATE to confirm I'm NOT a complete dick head. Called Wifey. She came home. We went out for Mexican and had fun. I had two sips of beer, and a KICK ASS burito. I really need to get my head on. Why I felt the need to share this I have no idea? But why do I say half the shit I do? Issues.

Later.