Hanging On

As you may have read here, or in other Soiled media outlets, I hurt my back last Friday after pushing a bit too hard on the indoor trainer—yes, I’m that much of a putz, thank you—and have been crookedly walking around in discomfort since. That pain, along with cold, wet and windy weather, has my mood matching the early evening darkness.

With that said, things are getting better. Today (Wednesday) I woke up with my back feeling a lot better. Not great, but better. Given that the morning is when it’s at its worst, I’ll take that and try to see that as progress.

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Face Up

When I was growing up back in Western PA, I was part of a small group of neighborhood kids somewhat close in age. In the years before the awkwardness of junior high and high school started up, we would play kickball, stickball, tag, and hide and seek late into the firefly filled humid summer nights before heading inside for bath time, snacks, and watching CHiPs on TV.

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Pops, Grunts, & Moans

For better or worse (probably worse) I tell the truth here. I don’t purport to be a better cyclist than I am, and I sure as hell don’t think I’m a better person the rest of you all (I’m pretty sure there are animals that are better humans than me). To some, this comes off as being a fat face malcontent, while others dig the vibe I set. I like that a few people read this shit, but in the end, it matters not. It’s here. It’s free.

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