Start self-medicating and hoping and...
then I'm at the doctor's office last Wednesday morning looking for the drubs.
Argh.
Based on the number of very unflattering selfies I took of my eye, it was weighing heavy on my mind. I kept wanting to look at it for signs of a miraculous recovery. It honestly started looking like the inspiration for a Star Wars character with irritated gills under its eyes. Also, there's a mugshot of the guy that mebbe blew up his own house that I kept mentioning in my PMBAR posts in there... and the blowed up house too.
The last time I was going to do TSE was 2023, and I came down with an illness that put my ass on the couch the day before leaving. That's a tough pill to swallow for an old person who's only called out sick fewer than five days in my entire life (COVID aside).
This was gonna be my comeback. Well, it is my comeback. No stage races in 2024 because life, but two this year to make up for it.
I'm all in for five days of East Coast Rocks™.
It feels like going home. I'm bunked up in Upper Eagle and ready to make great bike race. For the thirteenth time.
Enjoy the "baby picture."
2010 me
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