It’s been a while, hasn’t it, my friends at the AMS?

So. With all the events and goings on in “real life,” cycling takes a back seat. I’ve barely logged over 100 miles in the entire month in September. Booooooooooooooooo. Stupid real life.

Today was the first really good ride in almost 3 weeks. 43 miles. Didn’t make the best time ever, but dig this: With 8 miles left to go and The Hill looming right in front of me, we stop and have lunch. Roberto’s. “California Burrito.” That’s a big ol’ half pound burrito filled with nothing but carne asada, cheese, and … french fries. Significantly more substantial than the old Clif or granola bar, non?

Oui.

So … chugging up The Hill … haven’t had a good road ride in three weeks, with a belly full of beef, cheese, and french fries. Good times. Did I use the Granny Gear? You betcha. But at least I didn’t stop, nor did I blow chow at the top of the hill, so it’s all good.

I guess I’m going to have to reinstate the morning rides before work … everything felt more difficult today. Much huffing, puffing, and wheezing. Grrrrr.

I just looked up at the word “asada” and realized that it’s one of those rare words you can type with just three fingers on one hand without even moving from the home-row keys. Heh. It’s the little things.