It Was a Beautiful Day for a Ride

… but I drove.  I woke up in a foul mood.  I woke up at 5:00, but reset my alarm clock for 6:00.  Nermal had a flat tire. I could have rode Oria, but I just wasn’t in the mood.  Now, I’m at work, and I really wish I had gotten up at 5:00, and rode to work.

I ate Girl Scout Cookies for breakfast.  At least those things are gone now.  I now know not to ever buy them again.  I apologize to the Girl Scouts, but my problems with food are not solved.

Tomorrow is supposed to be warmer,  but with a good chance of rain.  I may ride anyway.  I may even ride Nermal the entire distance.  I will fix the flat tire tonight.

I did do some dumbbell workout routines last night, and this morning, so my chest and arms feel a little weird.  They’re not really painful, just weird.

2 thoughts on “It Was a Beautiful Day for a Ride”

  1. I could’ve written this myself. Sloth. Cookies. Ugghh. The beauty of it is that, while I have to drive tennis gear to school tomorrow, you CAN ride. And you will. Have you’ll have fun doing it too.

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