I'm primary/only parent from Thursday through Tuesday. The Pie is in Florida running a half of a thing. I have no idea what cycling-related stupidity I'll manage to get into this weekend. Probably doesn't matter tho...
Which is nice.
I guess if I was a home owner, this would be one of those "paint the kitchen" or "fix that squeaky floor board" kinda weekends. But I'm not. I'm a home borrower. My free time is exactly that.
Lately, I've been using my "free time" to sleep... for the most part. I think I've been sleeping too much actually. Without daily bloggings and no morning training, I'm sleeping close to nine hours a day. Seems like I need a hobby, other than sleeping, so...
I'm gonna start running again. The Pie took it up a couple of years ago, and has been digging it. I've been known to delve back into my roots and put on stupid running shoes in the past. If I start ambulating in a faster-than-walking manner 3-4 times a week, I imagine I'll start sleeping solid through the night AND burn off a beer or two in the process. Also, I can do it in the rain, cold, whatever.
I'd just "exercise" if it were possible without considerable effort or motivation. I haven't belonged to the YMCA in years, I have zero home equipment, no motivation to roll around on the floor, and I'll be damned if I'd even consider hopping on a trainer. As terrible as it is, I'd rather run. Outside. In the dark.
Maybe this time I'll even buy a decent pair of shoes that costs more the $27.99. Maybe. YOLO and such.
I've also got my fjork back for my Stickle, so I guess I could start my wheelie lessons... in a wet, overgrown grassy field.
Maybe I'll just cut my hair or something.
Oh yeah, colon-wrecking gluten chew puck. Because... Bartlett.