Saturday, April 12, 2008

236: freedom

Friday Monkey and had off of work. The weather was supposed to be awful. Thankfully it was wonderful.

Living in a college town, when spring hits, and a little warm weather drops, all the co-eds come out full on blossoming. So yeah, I have that going for me.
As Monkey and I are walking around said town, with a 2 beer buzz in the middle of the afternoon, I'm pretty stoked to see so many people smiling at me. "Man, Spring really brings out the best in people!" I think to myself. Then I realize I'm wearing a shirt that says " I'd rather be fucking Kris Auer." yeah, I'm pretty much a jack ass.

So yeah, I have that going for me too.

E-town was talking about my race class for Sunday. "it's all bawlers dude..." I felt myself get a little stressed, and a little clinched about it. I kinda remembered that I don't even like cross country races that much, why did I enter? Looking at the pre-reg list there are 17 folks registered. All 17 have beaten me before. I feel myself getting really tight. Then it I give myself freedom.

I'm doing the race because it's in my back yard, I have no illusions of form, this is going to be a good training ride. And now I feel better. Freedom. Riding a bike is fun, unless you choose to make it not fun. I choose to make it fun. I give myself freedom from myself. I mean I am almost 2/3 through my mountain bike season.

after talking myself down, I went for a really nice ride around fairhill, and didn't ride the course. I passed a class of 6th graders and held my hand out as I rode past, I got 20 high fives and cheers on this wonderful day.

Diane and I got a bunch of mulch today and worked on our flower beds. They need some love. We usually refer to them as vietnam, and the wasteland. It was good and needed, you know instead of just riding and blowing off all our yard work.

Diane's flower bed:















My flower bed:














I'm going for a much more minimalistic approach.


The evening ended with a number of good friends stopping down for a round of death uno, an aborted game of cranium, and fast game of Yahtzee. Elizabeth and I both scored a Yahtzee, Les's Yahtzee or nothing strategy didn't work out too well, but Kathleen walked away with the prize.



finally we got our new "summer edition" C3-Sollay.com kit this weekend. It has new blue stitching that makes us look like tron. That and it makes a bull's eye on my junk. I think I liked the black on black better, and that's not because I want everything to be black lately. Still the kits look nice. Tron's cool. I dig it.

So yeah, I got that going for me too.




Say hello if you are at fairhill Sunday, and please don't knock me down when you pass.

respect.

faticus

6 comments:

Adam Szczepanski said...

I love you, man.

Anonymous said...

....new kit shorts?

Episode 36 of the beer commercial.

Faticus walks out with his bulls eye shorts on.

.....Dude?

megA said...

fm--

your junk is crooked.

just thought you'd want to know.

looks like lefty doesn't pull his weight either as a chop, or as a sack. . .

xoxo
m

Judi said...

I was cracking up at the blue stitching, my GOD! How can they make you wear those? They are perfectly awful! It looks like you drew a circle around your dick! Too funny.

Jason said...

down and to the left baby!
Jeezus dude! Hope the race went well.

Suki said...

pass you?

WHO passed you?

that's right...

NO one!