Vice Squad

Ever since daylight savings ended, I've been telling myself that I am going to get up earlier (so I can go to work earlier, so I can get out of work earlier). And each morning I say "maybe tomorrow". Well, today I woke up earlier...with plenty of time. Time to play with the kitties, time to futz with the clothing order, time to poke around the internet, time to daze out the window....and I was later to work this morning than I have been in a while.

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I lost one of my green Danskos today. I don't think its really lost, but I can't find it. I had them on today before I changed for my lunch ride, but when I came back, I could only find one. And I had to rush back in to work, so I didn't have too much time to look. Luckily I keep flip flops in my car, and I work in a place that sells flip flops so no one cares. But its totally bugging me that I could lose a Dansko like that. Like, where could it go?

My poor toaster is an explosion of bikes, gear that I carry around hoping to drop off to team members someday, junk mail, and the random crap of life.

While looking for my Danskos, I saw a puddle of melted chocolate on the floor of the toaster. I have no idea how it got there. But, I wasn't suprised.

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Riding in Morgan Hill today was like riding around while blow drying my hair. So when Ann F whispered the location of a secret stash of It's Its...well, lets just say ITs Was.



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Last nights little crit practice was tough. So tough that afterwards I had that funky metallic taste in my mouth, kept coughing, and had a mini anxiety attack. There is no way I could push myself that hard by myself, but ask me to chase some boys around? NO problem.

After the crit, Michael and I went in search of food at the nearest strip mall thingie. We were gonna hit up one of those gringo mexican places, but noticed they didn't sell beer. Then we were gonna hit up a chinese restaurant and it didn't look like they sold beer either. We were standing there on the sidewalk freaking out because we were hungry but really wanted beer. And I wondered...are we like total alcoholics that we can't even eat a simple dinner without booze? Should we be worried?

But it turns out the chinese place did sell beer...and after a hard evening's workout and a rare weeknight with my honey, that beer was satisfying and so worth the sidewalk freakout.