You ever get wore out to the point where syllables just sorta run together? I'm feeling a little of that right now after a crap day at work and a tiny little bike ride on the stationary, then some time walking concrete floors at the prison. If I keep doing this behind-bars teaching thing, I'm gonna have to spend some real pesos on boots made for concrete.
There ain't much going on besides my belly-aching. The temps are slowly moving up and maybe there will be outside riding this weekend. Lawd, that'd be something. So far in 2006, I've ridden about 169 miles at the gym and outdoors. That puts me in the top 2000 riders for the year in terms bike miles traveled, per the ol' bike journal. The top rider of the year has more than enough miles to cross the Lower 48, no matter what direction you choose (3700+ miles), and this person lives in Kansas! Do you know what Midwestern winters are like? Holy cow.
Anyhow, gonna drag this carcass into the bedroom. Y'all be happy now, ye hear?
Distance: 4.38 miles
Time: 15:00 minutes
328 calories burned
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