
This will be my last night alone. There was no dancing in my underwear with Bobbie Segar, no ladies, no Bud, no Chronic, not even a 187. Just me chillin with my pot pies and the Suns. They drive me crazy. They go up by 10 only to let those freakin Mavs come back. I can't stand the Mavs. I so wished the Spurs would have beat them. That would have been a great series. I know the Suns can't win it this season because Shaq Daddy is on a mission this year. I just don't want the Mavs to be in the finals.
This week is the big move. I will fly back to SA and pick up the kids. I am not sure where all our stuff is going to go....but we will manage. Kristin is really good at this stuff.
This weekend I went for two long rides. On Sat. I took a ride down to Morgan hill for the "Mushroom festival". I then turned around against the wind for another 20. I tried to take the San Felipe Pass back to our house and I boked 1/4 up the hill. This hill is a monster. It is 2.2 miles of hill but steep ASSS. I knew I needed to save some in the tank to get over a longer flat hill...so I backed off. I kinda felt like a punk that I did not make it all the way up...but I already had 41 miles on my CAT so I justified it...along with the last two hills before the house.
Monday I took-off from the apt. and headed towards Mt. Hamilton. I could only ride 3 hours since I had a B-B-Q so I went as long and as hard as I could for 1 and 1/2 then turned around. I felt really strong. I passed other dudes going up the hill and I had good rythum. I am going to miss riding this weekend. I am starting to feel a bit stronger...just need to keep doing it.
Anyway.....wordlife to all you mutha's....
jd