A couple of days went on in which I managed to put myself in a bit of a trance. I imagined my bike trip was even more intense on one's body and soul than military BCT. I already felt changed by the two weeks. I wondered if I'd be returning to Orlando a heartless robot. It'd only be a couple of days until I was to Memphis. Leave it to me to think a ( Read more... )

I had a routine that I had implemented from day one of the bike trip. Every day at the first gas station I reached, which was often after a couple hours of biking, I would stop and purchase a blue Gatorade. I would sit on the side of the gas station and indulge. With blood and brown muddy sweat drizzling down my sun burnt face, I’d unscrew the ( Read more... )

I can't stand my own stench. I'm defeated by life. I desperately want to punch someone but the particular manipulative hypocritical rat bastard whose noggin I want to slam my knuckles on is damn near 450 miles away with numbers increasing as I roll on. I see a sign that says "welcome to Alabama the beautiful" and though visiting Alabama has never ( Read more... )

I knew the trip would not be an easy one, but the amount of unforseen obstacles threw even me. Saddlesoarness was becoming unbearable. My legs and back were fine. Who would have thunk it'd be my nether regions to take the majority of the blow? "Gladys will be out of commission for some time" I thought. a sacrifice I was willing to make, though it ( Read more... )

"Oh please. It was a one night stand." As I pedaled through the wild or maybe just the country roads of the glory south I recollected my prior indifference ( Read more... )

I suppose I have tendency to not thoroughly think things through. I think in actions not in consequences. My brain, you might say, sets me up for disaster and disappointment. It falsifies minor scenarios in my head, like the notion that the deep south would be mostly beautiful, its towns people articulate, and it's woods mosqueeterless. These ( Read more... )

The first couple of days the trip, though not how I pictured it at all, embodied some of the basic sediment I had hoped to encounter. Freedom being number one. Walking into the woods, dropping my drawers and squatting up against a tree, thinking "I'm going to pee right here, all over these leaves" seemed to be the epitome of freedom and I was ( Read more... )

I guess somewhere I lost my spunk and abandoned sarcasm and wit, and thereby this journal, but how can we not discuss the bike trip? We simply cannot not discuss the bike trip ( Read more... )

I woke up at 7am this morning, feeling uncomfortably hot and somewhat dehydrated from our belated V-day celebration last night I couldn't coax myself into falling back asleep. I took a ride to Double D's to get a coffee and bagel. As the Dunkin employee was handing me my coffee I could have sworn he said "Wow you're hot", flattered I grabbed my ( Read more... )

Fate brought me here to this forgotten journal a few days ago for the first time in ages. This triggered the unecessary desire to tap the ol' clickidites and whip up something tangible as well as readable ( Read more... )