I started to feel pretty lean. My arms seems skinnier, I have the tell tale vein in my ab muscles, and I'm started to get more veins in my legs. I got on the scale this morning and I'm still 4 pounds over my 'best' race weight. Either I put a heap of mooskull on or I'm a pig.

I feel the urge to poop.

Class is boring. Leaving for training ride soon.

just rode. now i have to decide to race or not race tonight.

Class ended 3 minutes ago, but this blowhard won't stop talking.

bump!

you know what could happen.

sun out in clogland. 4.5 hours on the piece of plastic from taiwan. hefeweissen from germany. it's good.

I feel like if I raced I could die. With 5 hours on deck for the weekend smart money is on more recovery time.

picked up the track bike with new wheels and tires. Now I'm at the pub eating a burger.

Wheat beer?

Grosssss!

took a shower. heading to dinner.

Thanks, I just remembered I have a bunch of Hefeweizen in the fridge. Brb.

Ugh.

I have guiness in the fridge. So much better.

(I have white zinfadel too. But that's probably going to be consumed when I cook for friends.)

It's 4:30am, I just ate enough to feed a small orphanage.

It's funny... I never eat before a morning workout, which are typically harder than my races. Yet I eat before a race. Stuffing a vat of oatmeal down at 4:00 am is a pretty rough thing to get used to. One day I'll shake this need for athletic competition and join a monastery (they get up around the same time), or I'll find a nice girl and settle down.

This statement is all wrong. It's either "find a nice girl" - which in itself is like finding the Lost City of Atlantis. Or it's "settle down." And when we're alone we never settle down. Especially if you have a competitive nature.

And with the eating thing. I commute during the winter. I'm on the bike at 4-4:30 in the AM. It's a 2.5 hour one way commute. Doing it I have to be fueled. So I eat. I can eat huge before a ride or even a tough training session.

No wonder I'm single. My brain is too fat for that sport.

You are too humble.


nsfw...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OLa5Bfw2cnA.
Of course the continuation of that dialogue is gold as well.

Freamon: You give yourself too much credit.
Moreland: Okay then. I ain't that humble.

I feel the urge to poop.

Don't ignore the call.

are you even old enough to drink legally?

Defecation does have its merits.

key word in context