Wednesday, November 09, 2005

The Solid Thing

Here I am once again thinking that I really need to do an update, but I have no idea what to write. Just the other day I thought of something to write about, but I was too tired to do so, and now I've forgotten what it was in the first place.

Southern California is my location this week. I did a ride the other day with the local rep I was staying with and cooked my lungs a bit too much after ignoring the scracthy throat I had. It was all the cold needed to get set off, so now I'm sick again. I've been loading up on every homeopathic remedy that I can get my hands on, and I think I'm keeping it from getting any worse.

The worst part is that it's kept me off the bike during two perfectly good days off in the warm SoCal sun. Now I'm back doing my mid-week seminars which affords no time for any sort of exercise. I'm feeling all fat now.

I'm going back to Boulder for a few days on Thursday. Swapping some luggage and doing some errands. It's really nice here, and I'm actually wishing I could stay here and explore around some. It's right on the coast, and I really do enjoy the California coastal towns. Oh well, I've got an extended stay in Santa Cruz coming up.

Nick's heart is ok, which is great. Still waiting to hear from Steve regarding his last visit. I'm hoping it's 2/2.

Saturday, November 05, 2005

The Hills are Alive

The end of Stage 17 of the 2006 TdF is over the top of Le Joux-Plane, and into Morzine. This excites me a great deal since it's the only city that I've actually been to in France. I would absolutely kill to be there. I'm sure I'll be in the middle of nowhere, in the car, on my way to some event though.


Just so everyone knows, I'm ok. Don't let my drunken ramblings give you the impression that I'm a boneless mass of flesh. I'm really not. I'm actually quite happy. I've ridden two days in a row, with perhaps 3 more ahead of me. I've been taking lots of pictures, and I have my big camera with me again. I spend two really nice days on the trails in Phoenix, and now I'm in Southern California where the air quality is horrible, but the temperature is nice and you can almost see the sun through the smog. I've even been riding the singlespeed, which now has a brand spankin' 20t King Kog on it. I've bought 3 pairs of new shoes, including a pair of high top pink elephant Vans. It's fall here, and as I wrote before that means the pumpkin ales are flowing everywhere. Things are good.

Things that are bad are pretty consistent: I don't get to spend quite enough time at home. My government is taking us into the shitter, and trying to bring the rest of the world with us. I'm still sick of the usual excess that exists here, and realize that I'm not making things any better by buying 3 pairs of sneakers that I don't need. I'm far away from my closest friends and family, and the days are now very short.

But, there's a very cool thing happening soon that I'm looking so forward to that I can barely stand it.

So, there you have it.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

All the walls come down

I've been drinking Margarita's. Tequila makes me very free with comments. It can be quite dangerous, particularly when I start typing.

I sometimes think all the good men are taken. At least all the good men I know are. I have so many mini-crushes right now and every one of them is on a married guy. Obviously I keep this to myself as I'm not a homewrecker, but I sometimes wonder if I'm destined to be a spinster. I was getting some schtuff from one of the Trek guys that knows the Chippendale who was kidding me about the fact that I was dumped by him. It's true, I can't even hold on to the likes of someone as quirky as Chipps. Pretty pathetic.

The noise of the air conditioner kicking on in my hotel room is really annoying me right now. I'm enjoying the peace and quiet, and it's really disturbing.

I'm in Phoenix. It's still warm enough here to warrant having air conditioning in the first place.

I'm not riding enough and feeling like a complete sloth. I can't motivate myself to wake up early enough to run, and I'm too worn down at the end of these seminars to do anything after.

I have a big bolus of air trapped under my diaphragm. It feels like it's living on my sternum and making it hard to breathe. No amount of belching (quietly) seems to help. Maybe I have a tumor.

The tequila is really kicking in now, and the room is starting to spin. I'm going to watch some tv before passing out.

Love to you all! Still very much missing the UK, just trying not to drone on about it so much. It's sort of a broken record, n'est ce pas?

Saw sheep yesterday.