As I return up I-75 to Atlanta today I am reminded of the life I had the last time I did this back in October:
– I was dating someone, though deep inside I knew it was nearing an end.
– The Echostar office had recently closed.
– I received a call from a friend who asked me to be a personal reference for him to get a job at an Atlanta-based newsletter company, to which from here on I will refer to as the “Patriots”, since I don’t like them. 😉
Two nights of bingo, one winning game for me. However, the winnings didn’t cover my expenses.
The biggest thing I won was the respect of a guy on the first night who told me that I was doing a good thing by keeping my mother happy.
I *tried* to go to a brewery on Saturday, but there was no parking lot and I wasn’t about to force my [redacted] year-old mother, who broke her hip last year, to walk any distance. Besides, she’s not a beer drinker.
Before I hit the long road this morning I will be making a beer stop to pick up a case of cold ones that are not distributed in Georgia.
The Exercising Of Paulie
I *tried* to go to LA Fitness on Saturday morning only to find out that they do not open until 8:00am. Not wanting to wait another thirty minutes outside for the privilege to exercise, I gave up.
I did manage to use my bicycle once, getting in a 26-mile yesterday. I knew that I was going to be riding into a 10 mph headwind for the first thirteen miles, and received a bit of benefit from the resulting tailwind on the second half of the journey. Given that the elevation change was only 33 feet for the entire twenty-six miles, you can imagine that this rise is not much different than sitting on a trainer.
I was going to try to sneak in a workout at LA Fitness, which opens at 5:00am on weekdays, before I hit the road today. Was, but didn’t.
Make it a good Monday. Think about the fun I am having passing Tampa, Gainesville, Valdosta, and Macon before finally getting back inside the perimeter.