Getting Away With It

I know I had work to do today that I should have done. I also know that of as October 20th I will no longer be a PA resident. I know even more that being a single parent (5.5 days a week) sucks. Not that I don't love B-Man more than life itself, but it's hard. I've done it before for two weeks, but we're heading into week 5 (?) and a few more to go before I can stop making all the decisions and being the entertainment. Sure, we have fun and we get it all done. I'm blessed with an easy going, laid back kid. But that's not to say that every day doesn't end with me stressed, tension filled Skype conversations, and pleas for this to be over already. In other words oto say I'm a bit stressed these days is an understatement.

Sooooooo...

I blew today off. Well not ENTIRELY, some responsibilities can not be blown off. But I did blow off enough of them to ditch a freaking road ride with the road hogging SUVs and douche bag drivers waiting to strike me dead, and just say "f*ck it" and drove to the mountain for a ride.


SURE I drove 1:30 (round trip) to ride for 2:00, burned some gas and surely killed a little more of the O-Zone in the process. But f*ck it. Maybe the Earth should just harden the f*ck up already?? I mean, it's like 5 billion years old. Even if it blows up tomorrow, hey it was a good run. Right? Stop bitching already. I kid of course... Regardless of that, it felt freaking good, and I'll do it again!!

When the day started I had a simply plan; Make the B-Man drop, come home, work, and road ride. I had the bottles filled the Campeon up from the basement, and ready to go. Then I did about 20 minutes of work before the words "f*ck it" came flying out of my mouth. The next think I knew I was in the xB, with the TiEM on top, heading for the mountain.

NOW as I hurled towards the mountain, I reworked the plan to a quick 2 hours of forest roads, double track and snowmobile trails. I am so glad I did! Crisp high 50s/low 60s temps greeted me on the mountain, as did fresh legs. Legs that were nice and loose from Monday and Tuesday's easy (sort of) hour spins and core work. Legs that were thankful for sparing them the curse of the road, for the love of mountain dirt and gravel.


The ride ended way too fast, but the it served its purpose of escaping real life for 1/2 the day. I was just happy to get away with blowing off work for a ride, and I can't bitch about that. The other half I can bitch about, but there is really no point.

Later.