Is nothing like a three dog night.
This morning I saw two cats during my efforts to get to work early and get in a bike ride this morning.
The first cat was the new-to-the-neigborhood all-black cat that is perhaps a little too friendly for its own good. I swear that this cat would have happily followed me into the house, or even my car, had I let it. I don’t wish to be mean to this kind soul of a cat, but I don’t want to become its human either.
I didn’t have nearly as close of an encounter with the second cat, but it was somewhere that I didn’t expect to see it. As I pulled into the office parking garage I saw a tabby feral cat sitting happily on the outer corner of the parking garage. I’ve seen cats in the work area before, but it has been some time.
With Little Gas In My Tank
Perhaps my Wednesday double did more damage to my body than I anticipated because this morning’s ride was rough. I slogged through the first half of the ride with little enthusiasm and it was the thought of getting done that made the second half bearable. I know that some days will be better than others, and that some will be worse, so I’m neither surprised or dismayed by my efforts this morning. It is what it is, and a somewhat-lackluster 25 mile ride is better than no ride at all, especially because I was paying penance for the huge carnitas dinner I ate last night on my drive home to avoid some of the lousy Atlanta traffic.
Frustration Level High
It’s with the one thing I can’t really blog about, and by that statement alone you probably know exactly about what I am talking.
I Need A Beer
I think that I will go to one of Georgia’s breweries tomorrow and partake in a sampling session. This will be my first trip to a brewery since the laws changed on July 1st.
Killing Two Birds With One Stone
In addition to showering this morning I also washed the cycling kit that I wore today. Why? Because I have a problem that I’ve not had in a long time — I have ridden so much since last Friday that I’ve run out of clean cycling clothes. I know that I have some jerseys that I’ve not worn this week but they are either a smidgeon too tight, or not something that I’d wear these days. I’m certain that I don’t have any clean cycling shorts that fit.
My kit is hanging to dry as I type and should be available for wearing if I decide to go on a morning ride tomorrow, before I make my way to the lavenderia — after my brewery adventure of course.