Almost gone
I leave on Wednesday to go back to Scotland and London to see some dear friends. I'm not sure what will be on the agenda, but I'm sure it will be fun and I'm keeping my expectations low. Expectations have been a source of frustration both to me and my friends as of late.
At any rate, I need to hit the bookstore and do some packing - or perhaps all of the packing - before I head out. Other than that, I think I'm set. I'm looking for the motivation to go lift in the next 10 minutes; I'll miss one week's of weights and Krav Maga, and two weeks of riding. That's acceptable, although I do have a longish ride late October.
The taller gearing on the fixed gear kicks ass. My legs are already getting stronger, and I can feel the benefits of the higher top end. I can't wait for my first group ride with the cycling club.
My grandmother turned 80 on Saturday. We went to the Junior League to celebrate. Talk about feeling like a fish out of the water. There was a DAR convention in the ballroom or whatever they call it. I was the only male in the tea room, seated at a table with my mom, aunt, grandmother, and 4 of her octogenarian friends. There was a baby shower next to us, and the entire room was full of high maintenance girly southern women. Damn, I was uncomfortable. I saw a tattoo on the shoulder of one of the girls at a table behind me and wanted to do a cartwheel.
Okay, the weights won't lift themselves.
