Or more accurately, a non-wrestling post. There used to be a time when I would freak out if I had missed any of the eleventeen wrestling shows that used to come on back in the day. For the handful of RSPW brahs that may see this, back when the newsgroup was worth a damn, I would spend most of my free time browsing around reading any bit of news I could find.
After a week of staying at a couple's house, I get to sleep in my own bed tonight. Had the evening planned out. My friends got back in town this afternoon. I could likely leave work a little earlier to head to their place, catch up, pick up my stuff and all that friend stuff.
That could have happened.
Prepare thyself, for today is free sweet tea day at McCalisters. The streets will flow with ... Uh, never mind.
W00T! Free
Man, there are a lot of nerds here. Haven't seen this many kids dress up like this since, well, since these same kids dr
One of my co-workers and an online buddy are really into riding their bikes. As in, almost every day.
Me? Not so much, but I am hoping to get into a habit of riding more often. Today could be that first step.
I've had this bike for a number of years now. At least 7 years, maybe more. I know, I know. I just can't recall which apartment I was living in when I bought it.
I'll state for the record now that I have never been a steady rider. Mostly casual riding whenever I felt like it. There was a time I would get with a friend and her family and go riding on the trails here.
But as with most things, it got put aside, I got lazy and forgot about it. When my sister and I moved into this house, I did ride around the neighborhood on occasion. But again, lazy, forgetful, it was left sitting against the garage wall collecting dust and whatnot.
Well, more talk lately from different people and the final realization that I need to do it led me to dust the ol' bike off today. I went around the neighborhood for a while. About 30 minutes. I waited until later in the evening when it was only mildly hot.
Status report: the tires still hold air, still rides good (did hit it with WD-40 just in case) and my butt was not prepared. The feeling has come back now. I couldn't tell you how many miles I rode or calories burned. I can only say that I sweated and felt the burn in my legs.
It might be next weekend before I get back on it, but I'll do my best to make sure I do.
Now to resist the urge to fry up some cheese sticks.
