Stupid Hurts

I have a [tag]headache[/tag], my legs hurt, and i can’t hear. The persistent [tag]ringing[/tag] in my ear is probably going to keep me awake for a few more hours yet. But is was worth it. Let’s go back to the beginning.

I spent most of my morning [tag]sewing[/tag] and working on my new [tag]bag[/tag], I feel like I made a great deal of progress with it I may be ready to tackle mating the bottom halves together at some point tomorrow.[newline]
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I took a break from sewing for a bit to watch the [tag]Birmingham[/tag] [tag]Rugby[/tag] team [tag]practice[/tag] before making my weekly vigil to the local bicycle shop where I got sized and got information on a new [tag]bicycle[/tag].

My evening is where things got interesting. First off was the best dinner I have had in ages. We went to a local Thai place not to far from my apartment called[tag]Surin[/tag] West,t I have been horribly wrong in neglecting to visit there before now. The ginger chicken and several rolls of sushi I ate where amazing. Every bite into something new was promptly followed by a “wow!” I wish there has been some left over so I could snack on it now. From there I went with a few friends to my favorite dive bar the [tag]High[/tag] [tag]Note[/tag]. Tonight It seem like I knew about a third of the people from there from various parties I have attended. Lots of hugs, smiles, and hand shaking

After a few hours of watching my friends drink and catching up on current events, Several of us went into the [tag]music[/tag] venue in the back to see the bands that were performing. The last band on made the best impression on me.

The lights in the bar dimmed, and I felt the heat of a bunch of lighters rise around me. A [tag]guitar[/tag] chord rose up from the floor sweeping the room destroying every other sound until it had the crowds full attention. The lights slowly gained power and the band [tag]Mindtrip[/tag] proceeded to put on a massively impressive show for us. I left partially deaf and thoroughly rocked out. It made for an amazing night.

Standing in the middle of a parking lot this morning watching my breath hang coldly in the air, my first thought was, “why am I not wearing pants?” This actually stems from a few days ago when a co-worker of mine noticed me pedaling into to work and mentioned that the water park is supposedly organizing a race team. He asked if I would like to ride with them on a short practice session this weekend. From the tone I was greeted with and the fact everyone else managed to show up late. I was half expecting a friendly slow place ride , and I was confident to, well that is until everyone started taking their pants off.

Standing there in my cycling hoodie and basketball shorts. I watched the other guys stretch and wiggle their way into lycra cycling shorts, booties, and other vestments of the sport. My thoughts went further south as one of the guys I work with started strapping his gps receiver to his arm.

Fortunately the ride itself went fairly smoothly, and thanks to some less than subtle drafting on my part I was able to keep the pace fairly well. Once we got back to the parking lot I was invited to ride with them again a few days later and we talked more about the alleged cycling team, unfortunately I am not even sure what kinda of races we are supposed to be doing.

ride report
temp: 50 degrees
distance: 22.6 miles (verified by gps)
average speed 17.2 mph (verified by gps)
number of times I swore because of the weather: countless