Of faux and feud

North Bend, WA
Thursday, November 16, 2006

Behold, I saw the sun today! No joke, come dawn this morning the sun barged right in like it was no ones business. I mean, I could get a picture of it, but who’d believe me? Scientists would mull it over and they’d be in agreement that the picture’s fake. That’s how it is these days, you get a picture of a UFO or a Sasquatch and they call you a liar. You’ve just gotta grin ‘n bare it, get in that mental utopia.
Yesterday was a good four and a half hour ride, and I was looking forward to riding outside, but the rain was incessant, it came down like a mudslide and kept coming… and coming. So, I set up the trainer for round… uhh… is it five now? I think so. My personal trainer (ex-Navy Seal) would say “it’s all about the focus, when you’re fighting it doesn’t matter how much it hurts… you give up and you die.” So that’s what I was thinking while I was riding. Of course, thoughts other than evading death did cross my mind, but I can’t think of what they were. I do recall that my mind was rather lucid during those four and half hours, I think most thoughts revolved around the time and arithmetic. Good stuff. I heard this groovy little song while I was listening to the radio too: Wind It Up… Gwen Stephani… Sweet Escape.