the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
today’s forecast? rain.
ride status? nil.
though, i did map a climbing route… which i planned to do three times. clothing was set out. coffeemaker was prepped. water bottle was filled. bloks were at the ready. mental fortitude was shaky, but not opposed.
someone pointed out that my map is reminiscent of either a poorly forged gun or a very sickly shaped penis. *side-eyes supportive spouse… who is pretending not to notice said side-eye…*
i’m recalling the trainer and queuing netflix just for leg movement. *flashes more side-eye at supportive spouse… who continues to pretend not to notice said side-eye…*
in other “juicy” news that is *none* of my business and about which i should give *zero* f*cks: one month into the new season and tales tell there was in-fighting on a club ride yesterday, ending with a ride leader quitting.
weronika* /vəˈrɒnɨkə/ 