linda and I had a hard, hard ride today. We did three, six minute hard efforts up hill. five four minute flat efforts. seven 30 second sprints into the wind and then....

ha, right. we got on our bikes, rode half a block then said let's go have a mojito.

it's that time of the year. for me at least. so hard to think about training.

August and all the next months are my all time favorite months of the year. there's a moment when I can feel fall coming. it's the way a jet sounds in the sky, or the shadow on the pavement...love, love it.

I know, it's only July.
Linda was zonked out cold tonight. C-O-L-D. snoring her snores. but all I had to say was "Vino!" and she got her little kazahk ass out of bed and stumbled to the tv. she wanted to see him cry.

boo-hoo.

i ate half a bar of chocolate in little tiny bites tonight. i think it's better if you eat it like that. it gets dispersed more evenly then. doesn't go all to the ass. some's gone to my elbow. i can feel it.

what else?

I made fava bean pasta sauce last night. What a dreadful meal. Linda was so hungry she ate it and then put her plate in the sink and said, "you trying to kill us?" and walked off.

now there's gratitude for ya.