New Favorite Flick

This movie kicks ass.

BVA playin ball

50 f-ing miles

It occured to me that it has been a little over a month since my last post. That shows just how mind numbingly boring my life is . Work, home, gym, PS2, and sleep. Everyday, same thing. Not this weekend. No, I was ambitious this weekend. I signed up for a bike ride in support of the American Diabetes Association. I signed up a few months ago and had to collect donations in support of my efforts. Of course, I signed up to collect the bare minnimum of $150. I did the same ride last year but for some reason I wasn't as in to it this year. Last year I started collecting early. I was going on training rides and taking it very seriously. This year I started collecting money the week before the ride and did absolutely no training. I may have gone on a few little ten mile rides but that is what I normally do. Nothing out of the ordinary. So the day of the ride comes and I have exactly $150 in my collection envelope. I register at 7am on Sunday which is bullshit anyway as I should have been sleeping. They give out free t-shirts for riding but they didn't have my size this year so I had to take a smaller size and give it to my girlfriend. I took that as punishment for not taking the ride seriously this year. Anyway at 7:22 I'm off to the races. The first mile is all down hill so it starts off very easy. At mile 13 my legs are saying, " We're all good here thanks for the workout." At mile 25 my legs are like, " Hey man, this has been fun but were getting a little tired." By the time I started the mile long hill at mile marker 35 my legs are screaming at me, "This is not fucking funny asshole," so I shot down some carbohydrate gel and kept going. At mile 40 the gel wore off and my legs have now gotten that cool sort of monotoned threatening feel like, "Listen man, you can do what you want, but if you keep going you are going to die." I kept going. At mile 45 I can see the place where I started so now we're in the home stretch and with every push of the pedal I hear my legs say, "You're a dick. You're a dick. You're a dick." Now the worst part of all is the end. That hill I rode down to start the ride is now the hill I have to ride up to finish the ride. The whole way up the hill my legs vowed revenge on me and chose to exercise said revenge later on that afternoon. I spent the rest of my day walking gingerly around my house trying not to sit for long periods of time as my legs would constantly cramp up and then laugh in my face as I winced in pain. The best part is that I finished 5 minutes faster than last year. I am paying for it today. Maybe next year I'll train...probably not.