Sally Gets Stuck With Bill
Apparently, people were too busy putting away their white clothes after Labor Day and we had a thin turnout for tonights ride.
Well, not as thin as I thought, it turns out. Adam and Jake were at the shop, and when we got to the turnoff, no one was there. I'm so used to running late, I just figured that was it, and we headed up to Timpanooeke. While Jake and I were shuttling back up to get my truck after the ride, Adam met up with Bill and Sally who had just missed us at the bottom. Not to be denied a ride, they headed up to the Summit and had their own adventure.
Sorry kids, that ones on me.
It wasn't a very glorious ride for me. I was feeling pretty off for most of the climb. I have felt sluggish on a lot of Wednesday rides lately and I figure it's because working all day removes all the joy and enthusiasm from my soul,......sending me into a black pit of despai.......Oh wait a minute,...what just happened? Did I black out?
Anyway, a rough day at work, coupled with a connubialis malum(unfortunate rug burn) and my normal fat guy problems left me gasping for air and sweating like Parrish at the Hair Salon. I can do better than that,.....my heart was pounding like Brady's at the House of Denim. That's more like it. Suffice it to say, I was hating it.
Usually this problem goes away when gravity tips in my favor. But about half way down Mud Springs I was still feeling lousy and was pretty sure I was going to vomit. Not cool. I put my foot down a half dozen times between the Mud Springs intersection and the dam. Just to get my balance back. It felt a lot like it did back when I had to put a foot down out of the bed to get rid of the spins. That was a long time ago. Aaaaah memories.
Finally caught back up to Jake and Adam at the bottom though and managed to get home without hurling. I think I must have got a bad breakfast burrito or something, still a little off. At least more than usual.
The good news is, I've signed on for a gut-wrenching death march Saturday so that should be interesting. I'll let you know if I survive.
Well, not as thin as I thought, it turns out. Adam and Jake were at the shop, and when we got to the turnoff, no one was there. I'm so used to running late, I just figured that was it, and we headed up to Timpanooeke. While Jake and I were shuttling back up to get my truck after the ride, Adam met up with Bill and Sally who had just missed us at the bottom. Not to be denied a ride, they headed up to the Summit and had their own adventure.
Sorry kids, that ones on me.
It wasn't a very glorious ride for me. I was feeling pretty off for most of the climb. I have felt sluggish on a lot of Wednesday rides lately and I figure it's because working all day removes all the joy and enthusiasm from my soul,......sending me into a black pit of despai.......Oh wait a minute,...what just happened? Did I black out?
Anyway, a rough day at work, coupled with a connubialis malum(unfortunate rug burn) and my normal fat guy problems left me gasping for air and sweating like Parrish at the Hair Salon. I can do better than that,.....my heart was pounding like Brady's at the House of Denim. That's more like it. Suffice it to say, I was hating it.
Usually this problem goes away when gravity tips in my favor. But about half way down Mud Springs I was still feeling lousy and was pretty sure I was going to vomit. Not cool. I put my foot down a half dozen times between the Mud Springs intersection and the dam. Just to get my balance back. It felt a lot like it did back when I had to put a foot down out of the bed to get rid of the spins. That was a long time ago. Aaaaah memories.
Finally caught back up to Jake and Adam at the bottom though and managed to get home without hurling. I think I must have got a bad breakfast burrito or something, still a little off. At least more than usual.
The good news is, I've signed on for a gut-wrenching death march Saturday so that should be interesting. I'll let you know if I survive.
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