Morning weigh-in: 175.5#, 8.5% BF
Did a towpath ride last night, then hit Which Brew (no bands), then over to Porters (open-mic night, but it was lame). Last night was my Friday night: I expected today to be a travel day & took the day off, but we're not leaving until 7:00 or so -- been doing bills, other stuff around the house. Now it's time for prepping the bike, packing etc. VASS VT-50 is on Sunday. B'bye...
Morning weigh-in: 176.5#, 7.5% BF (maybe the machine's broke)
Blasting the past: I saw this via Pharyngula....
Rules:
1. Go into your archive.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
Here's mine, from this post written on Jan 4th, 2004:
I'd been to the Black Bread Cafe once or twice before and liked it, and I
think Doug & his wife (or was it Joe & Cindy?) ate there a few times as
well; it's a somewhat upscale place (though "precious" may be a better term)
with really good food.
Morning weigh-in: 175#, 3.5% BF (WTF?)
Had very little to eat yesterday, just a turkey sub but I did drink lots of water, so I was very surprised by that body fat number -- in reality it's probably 12%-15% but my scale measures electrical resistance in the legs, and I interpret low numbers as a sign of dehydration. I've been trying to get that number up, drinking a lot of water lately.
Meantime, the doctor visit. I already feel better. He put me on non-steroidal anti-inflammatory stuff for my wrist & told me to get a wrist brace, wear it especially while riding (hi Karen!), then got yet another nasal spray to open my blocked eustachian tubes, and antibiotics for whatever germs are living in my ear. Like I might have mentioned, I feel better already.
Reading: Just finished Cormac McCarthy's No Country For Old Men, and I'm about to start The Kite Runner.
Morning weigh-in: 174#, 8.5% BF
Body fluids still low... It's been an eventful weekend, possibly why I'm now sick at home instead of work...
RIP Les Korcsmaros: Les was the guy who crashed the van on the PPRAC ride. He broke his leg and had other, semi-minor injuries requiring surgery, but his weak heart couldn't take it -- they had to close him up, put him in an induced coma, and wait until his condition stabilized to finish the surgery. His condition never did stabilize; he passed away, without ever waking up, on Friday. Goodbye Les, you were alright.
Anyway... the name of the band Thursday night was Odd Mercy. Very good show. No riding or other exercise Thursday or Friday.
Saturday was the gym, then a trip to Englishtown for my mom's birthday. Mom, Dad, my brother Chris & his wife Tara, and their son Chris. Nice dinner, birthday cake.
Sunday I got up late, intending to kick back, but it was so nice I went out on the Turner, got brunch at Coffee Works, went to Genesis to buy tubes & found out that it was "Bike to Brunch Day" at Hugh Moore Park so I went there, then rode to Sals & did a very abbreviated loop. Despite all the food, I felt like I was bonking on the ride home.
After that I got ready and went to Megan's going-away party over at Art's house. Very nice, lots of fun, which became craziness as Megan's college, high school and work girlfriends started getting rowdy... Waterballoon fights, dirty dancing and chickenfights, these people keep me feeling young, but also make me feel old...
Burning the candle at both ends while fighting illness, not a good idea -- I now have that vertigo pretty bad, feels like sinus situation developing as well, going to the doctor in about an hour. Strangely enough, this weekend was packed with about a half dozen other things that I blew off: that RCST Bash, the race at Bear Creek, the Hillier Than Thou road century... mother of all schedule conflicts.
