Sunday, April 18, 2010
I can feel it. My couch is getting closer. Traveling through time and space on an intersecting course to my own. That, or it is sitting in a store waiting for me to do the intersecting. I can't live like this anymore. I need to get moved in already. If I am sitting on this cinder block on the floor eating dinner out of a paint can still 10 years from now I will be disappointed with my decision to become landed.
I sniveled and whimpered through a road ride today, demonstrating the true desperation of my plight. Clinging to the road bike like a steel savior that can drag me out of the morass and back to fitness glory. If that doesn't work I will buy new grips and tires for the Titus as that sometimes sparks an uptick in the enthusiasm category.
The greater issue at hand is that I can barely think about ride to live, let alone the more important creed- live to ride.
I'm sure a big comfy davenport will be a great summer motivator too.