A Shark Jump
Not much going on today. OK, that's a lie, I had a bunch o'shit going on. I guess more specifically there was no REAL ride shit going on. I woke up to dark clouds and a predicted day of rain. In between doing some XXC layout stuff, some house stuff, and getting the B-Man, I hurriedly squeezed in an hour of spinning while watching Starsky and Hutch.
It was fun enough and I was glad to get a workout in. BUT beyond 5 or 10 minutes of light rain, the green blob on the radar and the weatherman's predictions never really materialized. In the end I felt as used as a "oh baby I deleted that video of us ages ago" girlfriend and was left (real) rideless on the day. CURSE YOU VILE WEATHERMAN!! I SPIT ON YOU AND YOUR SIDE SHOW MAGIC!! OK, OK, I'm relaxed, I'm relaxed, no worries, There's always tomorrow. Or the next day, right?
I'm still sort shocked at how fast my jobless days go. I work 400% harder now than I did two weeks ago. I still miss my chickies, but not the bullshit or the chimp work. In a years time I might be missing a f*cking pay check, but for now I'm enjoying every second that I don't have to answer to someone.
I'm hoping to ease through the week and then pull off a 4+ hour ride on the weekend. Hope it happens, my taint is not callused enough.
p.s. I have this strange "Jump the Shark" feeling about my blog. I might have to ease up. OR it might just be gas. Who knows?