Looks like I'm going to have to find a new hobby. You see, this week something weird has happened. On Tuesday, after almost 6 weeks of injury, I started to ride my bike. This is not the weird part, but it is exciting. The weird part, it seems, are my taste buds. Thursday night, I poured myself a small glass of wine to drink with dinner. I took one sip of it and, ew, it tasted yucky. Second sip, same. Friday night, I poured myself one of my new favorite drinks, a Ten Fidy. I couldn't finish it. It didn't taste that good. Weird. Beers and bikes are supposed to go to together, aren't they? Looks like not for me.
One a side note, yes, I have been riding. Not much, but a little bit. 4 days on the trainer this week (2 hrs total- I may have surpassed my winter trainer allotment). Today, I rode outside. I was wonderful. I s'pose I'm back.
You should give beer another serious try, I'm just saying. :-)
I know you’re into bikes hardcore, as am I - gotta Cannondale Terra and I ride 24/7. Wouldn’t it be kick-ass to cycle in Heaven after we croak? If our existence is but a lifelong demise, which it is, I personally am only concerned with reach’n the Great Beyond after I make the daisies grow; however, what I'm most concerned about are my NINE fragrant, flagrant, fire-extinguisher-blogs, showing YOU how to riseabove this insane culture-of-the-dead. And, yes, YOU can certainly plagiarize anything from our award-winning, kick-ass, avant-garde efficaciousness. So, strive for Heaven, people - we cannot stay due to old age. You will NOT be disappointed for eternity: the sex is quite interesting - I hear we can actually float...
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