Still tired

I am not sure if something is really wrong with me or I am just overthinking it, after all I can think myself into whatever the illness of the week may be. I did go to David Gray on Friday at a small venue on Broad Street, the Wilma Theater. Needless to say I am already recommending his upcoming album. I think he may have played the whole thing, quite the showman. Saturday morning, went for a mountain bike ride with one of my friends from NEPA. I still contest that Fairmont Park has some of the better riding going, fast, nothing out of control anywhere, just fun stuff. You have to watch out for hikers and the occasional horse dropping shit on the trail. After that I hung out, got my nap on, see I am not a nap person but I have just been shot for the past two weeks and will take a half hour anywhere I can get it. I was thinking about wandering down to main street to put in a little bar session but that did not happen so I ended up asleep at 9. I was up at six and watched "The Machinest." If you were a fan of Momento, but just could not figure it out, check out this movie, for nothing else than seeing Christian Bale weighing an emaciated 120 pounds or so, damn!! If I can weigh that much and keep the legs I have now, my power to weight ratio may actually begin to look close to respectable. I also did a nice fifty miles on the road today. I have been thinking moutain, road, mountain, wing night. We'll see how that goes. Once again, the sleepy came through, on the stinking ride for fuck sake!! I could have laid down and taken a nap when I was about fifteen minutes from my place. Who knows. When I got back, I found out that myneighbor is moving out. She has lived in her place for less than four months. Ahh, go figure, people have the right to change their minds.

Been awhile

Yeah, what a mess I have been. First I was back at my folks house for wedding number four of the year, enough of that already. Anyway, after two nights of sleeping under a ceiling fan, I have developed a chest cold that has me hacking goop up from my lungs for the past two weeks. This has put a bit of a hamper on the riding front, because I end up sucking wind as soon as the trail tilts up. What a bummer. I have been taking the 'Tussin to try to shake it, I think I am getting better but still nowhere close to 100%. I have been doing some easy road rides but also throttling myself on the mountain bike which probably isn't helping my cause. I have been in good health all year, now that I am three weeks away from a race, this starts.. Fantastic.
On the social front. Went to Ben Harper last week at the Electric Factory. I was normally not a fan of that venue, but I think that they may have sunk a little money into the place. That not withstanding, Ben Harper was absolutely fantastic. He played for a little under three hours and was incredibly solid. I think that the Innocent Criminals are now one of the tightest bands going as well. I followed that up with a charity golf event then that same evening being stood up by a girl of interest. That was annoying to say the least. Talk about a lack of common courtesy. Just a complete blow off! What a shot to the psyche.
Anyway, this week was mountain, then two hours on the road, another mountain ride, then a Phillies game last night.
Well, lets see, I hope to be have this being a more regular thing for me. I still don't know why I like reading peoples posts so much, but what the hell.
Peace and chicken grease

Overdone

I tried to get this in yesterday, but damn I cooked myself. I threw a leg over the bike at 5:30 and it was still 92 degrees with between ten and twelve thousand percent humidity, madness. Also, when I was getting ready, I could tell my stomach was a bit on the unsettled side of life, but I rolled the dice and went out for a two and a half hour out and back. I was almost at the turn around and things were starting to turn over in the gut. I was a little nervous, but knew I would be okay. I spotted a guy up ahead, his legs spinning like crazy, sans shirt, on a T-Mobile replica from a few years back, it took a little while, but I gradually overtook him, riding on the brake hoods. For some reason he saw this as an invitation to race. People, if you are passed on a random Monday ride, when it is raging hot, it does not necessarily mean game on!
Anyway, I eventually made it home, but what a wreck. I ended up puking the dinner salad up with some nasty light headedness and room spinning. I always enjoy heading out in the heat and torturing the crap out of myself, but yesterday I do believe I went overboard. I am still feeling it today, which is not good.
Oh, Hell's Kitchen, that could be the funniest show on tv.

Mission accomplished

Well, I hate to use that phrase after dub-ya in his halloween flight uniform used it on an aircraft carrier, that ass, but I did just what I wanted to. I did road rides on Monday and Wednesday, rode the mountain bike Tuesday and Thursday, then used Friday as a rest day with the thought of having a two and a half to three hour sufferfest today. All went as planned. Got to the trail at about 10:30, it was already 83 degrees and somewhere between ten and twelve thousand percent humidity. Damn was that narsty! Regardless, I rode well and am very happy. A few times I thought about turning around and calling it a day, but I pressed on. The strange thing is when I did finish, how soaking wet my feet were. No creek (crick) crossings or anything but damn that was nuts! I also stayed upright the entire time which was cool after breaking a rib a month ago after losing a two on one match between gravity and a tree. I am not sure what tomorrow is going to hold. I have a party tonight in the museam area of the city, so it depends on the evening and if hangover base miles (HBM's) are in the cards tomorrow. I do have a very wide masochistic streak and highly enjoy putting myself through alot of pain. Oh, another tidbit on the ride today, I went at it sans Ipod. Something I have not done in quite some time..

It begins

Friday night, rain crap, keeping me inside and off the bike. Bicycle, by the way. I was planning on taking the day off but this gives me a good reason to. I have six weeks starting tomorrow to get into some sort of shape before heading to Vermont for a mountain bike race. Anyway, the plan of watching the Sox-Yanks game turned to shit when I realized that it is not on TV. Yeah, maybe should have czeched that out before. Anyway, the day starts tomorrow with a trip to the grocery store, which always tries my patience. I need people to start obeying the basic rules we put on ourselves, the first of which is 12 item lines are just that, 12 items. Okay, enough of this crap, time to get at the nothing I have planned for the eve.