On Saturday, I actually surprised myself. No, I didn’t finally eat that 30 piece party tray pizza from Gluttonz Pizza®. I said I might ride, confessed that it probably wouldn’t happen, and then I rode.
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Baby Steps™
This week started off HORRIBLE, but progressively got better-ish. Still, I’m glad to see it almost over.
Malachi Crunched
I warned you that my mood and blogging hiatus might not last long, and it didn’t. Sorry.
Icebergs
Over the past week or so, I have greeted each day with all the enthusiasm of a one-legged turtle. All of that is based on the assumption that a one-legged turtle would not want to get out of bed, leave the house, talk to people, or lay eyes upon the world as it deservedly turns to ashes after being given chance after chance to make things right.
I realize that this may make me sound like I’m depressed. Oddly enough, I feel quite good, or at least content. I’ll try to explain.
Up and Down
Homemade black bean burger. #Cat5Cooking
No one likes going to the doctor. Even in my healthiest days many, many, many pounds ago, I wasn’t a fan. Fast forward to age 49, and I am even less of a fan.
Not Much/Macro Monday
Sometimes to go forward, you have to look back at where you’ve been. And flush. — Unknown
That bit of wisdom was seen scrawled on the restroom wall of the Burger Barn in Hoopa, California.1
The Plan
Some say that the best plan is not having a plan at all. Hmmmm….
Bugs and Pasta
Like a moth to the lame, a lemming to the fire, and a virgin to a cliff, Macro Monday has returned! [insert feigned applause and mumbled groans here] This time, it’s a two-parter.
The Trees Win
Say what you want about the necessity, value, and quality of the—went on a bit too long—Soiled Chamois mini-shit show entitled The Quarantine Chronicles, it motivated me to write. Now, not so much.
Surprised Legs
I don’t always ride two days in a row, but when I do, I make sure it’s the only two days I ride all week.