Sorry, I digress. Big picture-wise, the gps time-dump thing is chump change. Of far bigger concern are my spindly legs and contracted lungs. To which I say, "bite me".
For three days, I will cast off the shackles that bind me and perform climbing feats beyond the realm of possibility! No cubicle on this planet can subdue my irrepressible spirit!!!
[Exhale]
Okay. I fully understand that I will die, in a particularly un-pretty fashion, on the ride and in the days that follow. But for those few moments of bliss, ahh . . . I can NOT wait.
4 comments:
Go big or go home.
I haven't got nearly enough time in the woods this summer. i had such big plans this spring, but then life happened. I bet you planned some awesome routes Pat.I haven't got nearly enough time in the woods this summer. i had such big plans this spring, but then life happened. I bet you planned some awesome routes Pat.
Lungs and legs be damned! They can and will be told what to do. Here's one office dweller that will look forward to the write up!
Let NO hill tame the stallion...
Go get' em.
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