so i know all of you must be wondering what i have been up to since i got home.  the answer is: everything.  i was home just a few days when my grandfather went into the hospital so i had to fly out to michigan for a few days.  clearly i have not been sleeping what with being in several vastly different time zones in the last few weeks.  hopefully i can make this happen soon. 

in the meantime though- including today- i have been going on looooong rides on my new road bike.

i love this thing.  it is my new Precious. these guys at cyclewerks in costa mesa hooked me up with a used $3200 bike for just $700.  i know what youre thinking, and the answer is no, im just that charming!

ive been working out as much as i can trying to get in shape for the AIDS/LifeCycle because lord knows im not strong enough to do it all right now.  its about 600mi long and i think im gonna kill myself tryig to finish, but it is for a good cause, and im stubborn, and im way too ambitious.  plus im doing it with one of my besties in whole world.  shes way more in shape than me and way more awesome than me, so that keeps me going.

i think we should start a biker gang.  i mean, her BF is a biker and we just went to a legit biker motorcycle- biker bar during our workout today, so that gives us street cred right? 

either way, im so friggin stoked to get back into shape.  i missed the feeling of bodily strength.  that feeling seems to infiltrate other areas of my life once i acquire it.  i must have it back!  (read in the voice of keanu reeves or something). 

training on the road is a whole different experience than i thought it would be, much like many of my endeavours. the smells and sounds are so much more intense than when youre driving in a car or walking along the road.  the cars whizzing by, the crazies (like that woman who walks around with a towel folded into a turban on her head along the freeway) that you pass every time you run a particular route, the pain of riding on a seat with no padding for hours on end; its all part of the experience.  i love it all.   

a crazy kiwi i once met had the same experience as he traveled around his home country on a motorbike.  i never thought that he and i would have something in common.  he was fucking nuts and lets leave it at that.

ah well, its back to the old grind here at the Bar.

ttfn.