Tripping 'round the sun

Today, I am fifty shit in my tiny hat and hand it back to me six years old.  Start the...

What did I get for my birthday other than a lingering cough from a cold I picked up somewhere and a day of cleanup from the 500-1,000 year rain event* this past Thursday that turned my frown even more frownier?

Trying to get my lungs back to something close to fully operational and not lose what I'd call the "fitness" I've gained from recent cycle sport escapades, I took all the closed trails in Charlotte as a sign that I should get my Sad Dad™ on.  I kinda needed to anyways, as I'm heavily considering bringing back the Horny Cat 69, but there are a few snags in my plan, so assploring I must go.

A lot of people would like to tell me that my potential issues that I foresee are just small bumps in the road, but I like to have 95% of my ducks in the row before I start asking people to play my stupid game.

Planning this silly thing does force me to go out and poke my nose around where it don't belong.

This is nowhere near where we will go, but Saturday's adventure and the persistent cough tempted me into another "adventure" on Sunday.

As I wandered around this vast, couple hundred acres of mostly dried red clay mud wasteland that apparently will one day be "progress," I pondered, "is this a good thing for an almost fifty six year old human person to be doing on their day off?"  The only thing driving me forward in my obvious trespassing, given that I had no proclivity towards theft or mayhem, was my desire to not leave from the same place I came in, thus admitting what I would deem as "defeat."  As someone who resides and works in a "big city," it was nice to be somewhere on the planet about as alone as I ever get, although I was truly never more than a half mile from shit stain suburbia, a strip mall, or seven QT gas stations.  

I Unbounded myself.

Horny Cat might happen again.  It might not.  I have no idea when the go/no-go moment will be, but I'll assume it will make itself obvious.

Tonight I will celebrate my birthday in a very low key manner and just hope this coming weekend will bring much needed single track time on a single speed bike mebbe even with single speed frands.

* My issues obviously seem small in the wake of all the flooding in WNC, but The Pie often reminds me that comparative suffering does more harm than good.  Feeling bad about feeling bad is almost as terrible as feeling bad about feeling good, and Tony! Toni! Toné! would not approve, so tonight I will feel good about feeling good.