Sometimes life isn't so wonderful; you're sitting on your couch, trying to write your second blog entry of the day, which is made more difficult by the amount of head scratching your are doing (no, not pondering, just chlorine). There are three reasons for this:
1) You were driving to work and saw some mennonite guy with aerobars. You don't even own a proper road bicycle (as evidenced by the 'toon "But I 'tri'ed real hard..."). Bastard.
2) You were at the good ol' late night lane swim, when you discovered that your breaststroke is almost as fast as your front crawl over a short distance. You blame your pathetic runner arms for such discrepancies and vow to do more push-ups/learn to swim.
3) Your hair is wet and you are covered in a layer of grime, probably composed of old lady sweat and piss. Always bad.
Now I can go to bed. Not even sure I feel like showering.
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