It takes time...
It takes time for winter to get to WPA anymore, but it does come. And it came today. Bitch!
Every year I bitch, moan, and ache (literally, it's called arthritis!) my way through the winter asking myself why in the hell we continue to live here?? I keep thinking that this whole global warming thing will really take shape and I'll be riding all year long in shorts (yes, I'm that self absorbed and selfish), and there are hints of that happening, but damn, I think it might be time to just get out of Dodge. You do understand that barring some uber promotion to Wifey, this will never really happen, but as part of Article 5, Section 6 of The Soiled Chamois Manifesto I HAVE to say these things every winter. Sorry.
With a ton of mag work to do, snow showers in the air, and motivation to ride in the snow and cold set at -8 right now, I threw up double birds to the day, pulled an hour on the trainer doing my best to simulate a ball dropping 45 minute climb. A monumental sweat was achieved, cold was avoided and work was then done. If it were not for Wifey asking me to fetch some Merlot, I never would have left the f*cking house, and would have been just fine with that.
The weather looks cold but nice tomorrow, so I MIGHT get out. But Wifey is leaving for the land of crabs and Edgar Allan Poe tomorrow for a gig dropping law knowledge on some .gov type folks, so I of course want some max Unit time. Family unit, not my unit, but of course my unit wouldn't mind... oh shit, too much info again! I really need to stop that!
I inevitably will start riding in the cold and snow. There's no option, but today I just could not do it.Too much on my mind and on my plate to endure the layers of shit that need to be applied before venturing out. It take time... but I will. After all I gotz me a race in a month!! LOL!
I'm inching ever closer to completion of XXC #5. There's an article or two still out there that hasn't come it yet, but unless I can get them soon, I will run the mag as is by Wednesday or Thursday of next week.. Little smaller than last issue, but truthfully the last issue was freakishly long at 80+ pages. I also sit fingers crossed for a certain pho-tog to grant me permission to use a pic, or one article will need to be reworked. Frig.
Oh well, Wifey's got some Merlot, I have some Storm King (thanks Yancy!), and B-Man has a date with an iCarly movie.
Time to go see if I can get my .mp4 of "A Sunday In Hell" off of my old Mac.