Stupid Weather

I was hoping to squeeze in a 20-30 miler between severe weather watches tonight, but alas it wasn't meant to be. As it turns out fenders are more for protecting you from the rain after it has hit the ground and pooled already. They really don't do much to ease the stuff approaching you at about 30 mph, from the left, falling parallel to the ground. I have water in my ear. After I got blinded for the third time by the horizontal rain and blown into the curb, I decided to tuck my tail and head home. It was the longest 150 yards I had ever ridden. Oh well. The day wasn't a total loss though; my feet are still throbbing from my lunchtime run.

On other, non-weather related fronts, I lost my bid for son of the year today. Well technically I guess I lost on it Sunday, when I failed to even call my mom to wish her a Happy Birthday. It's a good thing I'm still her little baby boy, and so damned cute, or I might be in trouble. My poor older sister, she actually has to do stuff like send cards, and call occasionally, not this charmer.

I did actually get on the scale this morning as promised. 209.2 Burrito's.

Set the Burrito Watch

Ok people, it's time to own up. It's been a long time, and way too much of not much has gone on since I last posted, so I'll just touch on a few of the highlights.

• I got sick. Yeah I know big surprise. I caught a cold just after Thanksgiving and it hung on with the tenacity I can only be jealous of. There was a brief period of relatively good health there in early January, but it was all too fleeting.
  
• I got injured. Right about the time I started feeling better I went snowboarding with Craig. It was fun, but I biffed a few times, hard! At one point I was worried I had broken my tail bone, which may or may not have been the second time that happened. Ironically, Craig was watching both times, and both times involved H20 related recreation activities and significant amounts of gravity.
  
• I was wounded. I had noticed a bump on the bottom of my foot. It eventually started getting painful. I kept meaning to go to the doctor to get it looked at, but there were rides I didn't want to miss, and then there were races I didn't want to miss, and then there were more rides I didn't want to miss. Then there was the Holidays, and blah…blah…blah. So, about 18 months after it first started hurting I got it taken care of. I thought it was Plantar's Wart, but it turns out it was something else, something with some weird technical sounding Latin name that I forgot as soon as I heard the words benign and non-cancerous. Three stitches and a confirmed theory about a painful tolerance to local anesthetics, I hobbled out the door thinking the original pain was maybe not as bad or urgent as I thought it was.
  
• I indulged. I actually did pretty good over the Holidays. I think I only gained like 3 or 4 pounds from November till early January. About mid January though I got fed up with being sick all the time and just caved. I have a hard time dieting if I am not exercising, and I have a hard time doing either if I am sick. I mean what is the point of all that stoic "my body is temple" crap if you're just gonna get sick anyway? Of course, downing your Codeine with five shots of Jack Daniels doesn't exactly facilitate intelligent and sound food choices.
  

So anyway, I think it is long past due to resume the burrito watch. In keeping with tradition I shall weigh in tomorrow and start reporting progress or the lack there of on a regular basis. I am guessing I will come in around the 210-212 burritos range, almost up a full 20 from my last report. Thus end my dreams of starting a bike season anywhere close to my goal weight. Oh well, at least I'm not 70 lbs overweight like I was this time last year.