dead turkeys and chocolate chips
I saw a turkey get hit on the way to work today. He ran/flew right into the path of a truck. Feathers were everywhere and the little buggar wasn't quite dead. As I passed the scene, I made certain to avert my eyes so I wouldn't have that image burned in my head all day.
Then, as I rolled into town, the cop that was at the red light opposite me suddenly flicked on his lights and took off. He hit the uturn so hard so that he fishtailed radically to one side, then he overcorrected. He swerved several times and the last time I swear I saw wheels leave the ground. He finally corrected and sped away. I hope it was worth it.
And now, I am sitting here working away, but trying to find that window to ride in. Each time I make up my mind to go out, it starts to dump.
I am super excited to race right now. Its only May and I've raced 9 crits, 6 road races, 2 mountain bike races and 1 stage race. And I am hungry for more.
Its 5:00 now and there's finally the break in the weather I've been waiting for. Except now I don't know if I have the energy and motivation to pull off the sprintervals. I should head to Fremont for that pukefest workout Flandria goes to. But I won't.
I found a new way to stink up the workplace with the microwave. Allie came by to pick up some Fox downhill gear (yay to my work for sponsoring our amazing donwhill team!!) and brought some chocolate chip cookies as a thank you. They were the crunchy kind of choco chip cookies and I was in the mood for soft melty choco chip. I thought, that if I put them in the microwave for a few, that they would get all melty and yummy.
30 seconds of zapping turned them into a charred stinky mess.
I should go now.