I can feel my resolve slipping away. I am not sure if it is post Bump and Grind blues, or simple monotony. I am in the grip of a rut and I can't get up. Big Worm took the weekend off (wait for it) to do YARD WORK! Oh, how the mighty have fallen. I was going to ride yesterday but there were cloud thingies and that sent me scampering for the recliner.
I planned a ride I didn't attend this weekend. That is a cardinal sin. My crew is broken, the flag is on the ground, and no one cares. Red Dragon has stopped making empty threats to win mythical races and Juancho is putting in crazy miles, some in front of other riders. I suppose any day now, I will see Magnum on a bike. The horsemen are on the horizon.
I need help people. I think I am sinking down. I hate the trails, I hate the road bike, but on a good note.... cookies are great.