This is what happens when my wife isn't here to keep me in check. |
I went back in the house and took my gear off and tried to decide what I wanted to do. I couldn't think of anything, and I knew I would feel guilty if I didn't get out there on my bike. I decided to go to the store and buy a new tire for my front wheel. It would have been cheaper to order one online, but I wouldn't have it for a week.
I wanted to make sure I was grouped with the hillbillies (or civil war re-inactors) when we left Earth. |
I got my tire and came home and put in on. I rode for about an hour, and I was whipped. I am extremely out of shape right now. Hopefully I will get enough time this summer to ride fairly consistently. I have almost 4,000 miles on my bike (at least since I got my new computer). In reality I have more than that, but I have no clue how much. I didn't ride much at all last year, so almost all those miles were from 08 and 09.
Since I have total freedom this weekend I should go golfing or something else manly and fun like that. However, I don't have the energy. That hour on the road bike killed me. I'm not sure what I'm going to do tomorrow. I was banking on the apocalypse, so I didn't make any plans. Whatever I do will probably involve me on the couch watching a movie or something.
I was proud of myself this morning. I made myself laugh with my own rapture joke, so I had to post it on facebook. Booyah. My mom liked it, but mom's have to like their kids' stuff right?