31. thirty 1. dirty one.
that is how old I am. for the past year now (or 5) I cannot seem to remember this. must be my age.
and thank you, cashier at Aqui's, for not just checking my ID when I ordered a large Industrial Strength Margarita with no salt... but telling me "I thought you were 22. Good for you!".
now I am going to be even more confused.
assuming your employer isn't racist, how was your 3 day MLK weekend?
Saturday my trusty Marin road bike took me up Mt. Hamilton in San Jose... as expected, second time was better than the first (that's what she said?). a fearlessly energetic buddy of mine that I met through Team in Training - Josie - joined me for the trek. we are both signed up to do the Death Ride in July so this is the start of kicking ourselves in the asses.
http://app.strava.com/activities/38038783
since obtaining some new winter gear (sponsored by Aunt Rosie and Mom Maria), I was really excited to hit the road... and it was FABULOUS. the weather was extremely brisk and tights / windbreaker appropriate. patches of snow lazily melted on shady sides of the road and bits of ice added the treacherous.
this time, I remembered to walk through the Lick Observatory (barefoot at that) and grab a Coca-Cola while resting at the top. it was a good day.
Monday I was dehydrated... ahem *Industrial Strength Margarita... but forced myself to bike again - this time up Calaveras Rd. and Sierra Rd.
http://app.strava.com/activities/38284899
first impression? not cool. my legs and liver were certainly not prepared for it. nonetheless, I got up it alright... with some minor whining to my other cycling buddy (who did NOT ride Mt. Hamilton 2 days prior thank-you-very-much).
the homes were puffing out chimney smoke and were GORGEOUS... the landscape was green... the cows had threatening curvy horns... and cars (as well as bikers) were sparse. again, a good day.
in other news...
...thanks to this new Menstrual Calendar app I downloaded on my phone, I realize why I am so damn angry at this moment
...my life is now entirely different
...tell me a joke QUICK. humor is easy to breathe for
that is how old I am. for the past year now (or 5) I cannot seem to remember this. must be my age.
and thank you, cashier at Aqui's, for not just checking my ID when I ordered a large Industrial Strength Margarita with no salt... but telling me "I thought you were 22. Good for you!".
now I am going to be even more confused.
assuming your employer isn't racist, how was your 3 day MLK weekend?
Saturday my trusty Marin road bike took me up Mt. Hamilton in San Jose... as expected, second time was better than the first (that's what she said?). a fearlessly energetic buddy of mine that I met through Team in Training - Josie - joined me for the trek. we are both signed up to do the Death Ride in July so this is the start of kicking ourselves in the asses.
http://app.strava.com/activities/38038783
since obtaining some new winter gear (sponsored by Aunt Rosie and Mom Maria), I was really excited to hit the road... and it was FABULOUS. the weather was extremely brisk and tights / windbreaker appropriate. patches of snow lazily melted on shady sides of the road and bits of ice added the treacherous.
this time, I remembered to walk through the Lick Observatory (barefoot at that) and grab a Coca-Cola while resting at the top. it was a good day.
Monday I was dehydrated... ahem *Industrial Strength Margarita... but forced myself to bike again - this time up Calaveras Rd. and Sierra Rd.
http://app.strava.com/activities/38284899
first impression? not cool. my legs and liver were certainly not prepared for it. nonetheless, I got up it alright... with some minor whining to my other cycling buddy (who did NOT ride Mt. Hamilton 2 days prior thank-you-very-much).
in other news...
...thanks to this new Menstrual Calendar app I downloaded on my phone, I realize why I am so damn angry at this moment
...my life is now entirely different
...tell me a joke QUICK. humor is easy to breathe for
