When your wife's away, your football team is tanking, the weatherman has provided cloudless skies and 72 degrees in November, and you're facing a new Shots Week (SW) with bonus medication, there's only one thing to do.
Get on your bike and ride.
Which is what I did yesterday. Traveled down to my pal Martin's place, which is located just a few paces from the Delaware Canal Bike Path. We pedaled north to Lambertville and continued on to Stockton.
After a sandwich from the Stockton Store, devoured alfresco by the path, we pedaled back. 27.5 miles, 3.5 hours cycling in total, according to Martin's handlebar computer.
Sure, it was all flat going. But, believe me, legs are tired, and my butt is sore.
Still, that's a small price to pay for getting my mind off the upcoming SW and addition of Depatoke to the mix.
I mean, have you read the possible side effects of this drug? Liver damage, pancreatitis, vomiting, severe drowsiness—the list goes on.
I know, I know, you're not supposed to take these lists too seriously. As the daughter consistently reminds, if just one person in the trials has a reaction of some kind, it must be reported.
But, please. Sometimes this situation feels like we're suffering a health version of piling on after the whistle has blown.
C' mon ref—get 'em off me! I've already got a sore butt!
Get on your bike and ride.
Which is what I did yesterday. Traveled down to my pal Martin's place, which is located just a few paces from the Delaware Canal Bike Path. We pedaled north to Lambertville and continued on to Stockton.
After a sandwich from the Stockton Store, devoured alfresco by the path, we pedaled back. 27.5 miles, 3.5 hours cycling in total, according to Martin's handlebar computer.
Sure, it was all flat going. But, believe me, legs are tired, and my butt is sore.
Still, that's a small price to pay for getting my mind off the upcoming SW and addition of Depatoke to the mix.
I mean, have you read the possible side effects of this drug? Liver damage, pancreatitis, vomiting, severe drowsiness—the list goes on.
I know, I know, you're not supposed to take these lists too seriously. As the daughter consistently reminds, if just one person in the trials has a reaction of some kind, it must be reported.
But, please. Sometimes this situation feels like we're suffering a health version of piling on after the whistle has blown.
C' mon ref—get 'em off me! I've already got a sore butt!
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Oh Mitch. What a trial. I loved that you and Martin were biking buddies. Wish I was closer, I'd have joined you two for the laughs.
ReplyDeleteWHAT A GIFT. Hugging you pal. Keep on keeping on.
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Thanks Frida. My butt's recovered enough that I can actually think again.
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