Monday, January 14, 2008

winter riding blues, that is what I am suffering from. I have ridden outside twice in about as many weeks and it makes me sad...and fat. (I don't mean to make anyone uncomfortable by saying that. I am not looking for sympathy or anything. When guys talk about being fat and slow it is no big deal. So just take it like you would if a guy said it.) Chris would say it is my fault, of course, because I did not go down to camp lynda with everyone else. I felt I had responsibilities that kept me here. I did ride for 6.5 hours while he was gone. Of course, that was just one day down in saint george. I wish I was riding here

or here
or here

or here


or even here

1 comment:

Brad Mullen said...

We missed you at Camp Lynda. Actually it was better you did not go - you would have been one more person in front of me! Looking forward to SS'ing with you and Chris.