i am where i came from, and i'm not too sure where i'm going, but then i'm pretty useless at map reading anyway.
Monday, May 25, 2009
distance running during the winter does not toughen up one's crotch
due to the last 9 months of: home improvement/puppy is pac man on crack/winter weather makes me want to sit in my recliner and smoke crack, lockdown, there has been very little fat tyre action since last autumn.
what a relief to finally hear the sounds of; bloodsucking electric toothbrushes in my ears, indicating the impending red bubble wrap braille welts around the ankles, kamikaze tree branches leaping into the bike spokes, and to recognize that i have yet to fully master "the wooden bridge"-- or any wooden bridge, for that matter.
my ptfb (post traumatic fear of bridges) is more paralyzing than the one where i balloon to 180lbs and become relegated to shopping in the 'black-stretch-pants-with-stirrups-and-a-"comfort"-waist-band' section at wal-mart. fortunately, this particular state park has many opportunities to systematically desensitize myself with crossings ranging in width from toilet roll to tampon.
only 4 and a half months to go until the 50 miler.
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your bridge reminds me
reminds me... we used to ski mobile across a ravine in Vermont and what we crossed was just two thin boards--one for each ski of the ski mobile and we had to do it to get to the lake-- big drop down. Told not to look.
good luck
i need some of that aerobic..
i def think that x-country skiing is going to be the winter activity of choice. i hadnt even thought about those narrow little things covered in ice- ugh.
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