Ah, the weekend. That blissful break that descends upon us like a long-awaited pizza delivery after a week of microwave dinners. Feels like I just cracked open a treasure chest overflowing with “me time” and freedom. Last night, though, I was all about flexing those non-keyboard muscles – conquering some lingering tasks that were clinging to me like stubborn barnacles on a boat.
This weekend, however? Buckle up, folks, because it’s shaping up like a real-life adventure novel. Bike exploration? Check. Carving down the slopes? Maybe, if this caffeine-fueled optimism holds. But one thing’s for sure, there’s a five-hour date with spring training locked in my calendar. And that’s not just a plan, it’s a sacred pact with myself (and maybe my slightly sore muscles).
Speaking of plans, let me unveil the latest chapter in my personal saga: The Great Calendar Conundrum. My online calendar and PDA have been playing a stubborn game of tug-of-war, refusing to coexist happily. Honestly, it felt like trying to herd cats while juggling flaming batons. Especially with the season kicking off soon, simplicity is key. So, I’m giving the online calendar the boot – turns out, I was its lone, slightly neurotic visitor anyway.
New strategy? Embracing the blog life, but with a twist. Building a digital community is cool, but right now, I’m craving the real-life connections of bike races and group rides. It’s time to trade pixels for pavement, screens for the gritty, exhilarating scenes of community and friendly competition.
On a more somber note, the dangers of the road hit a little too close to home last night. A fellow cyclist, tragically, lost their life on Reserve Street, taken down by a semi truck. It’s a harsh reminder of the risks we face every time we hit the pavement. Especially when some folks behind the wheel, particularly those piloting these road-ruling behemoths, seem blissfully disconnected, lost in the glow of their phones rather than the world around them. Just the other day, I had a heart-stopping encounter with a semi truck driver on the same street, more interested in their text messages than the cyclist inches away. Scary stuff, folks. Not just cars, but these lumbering giants piloted by people who seem to forget the lives they whizz past with a blink of an eye.
Life, as they say, is a rollercoaster. Filled with climbs that leave you breathless and unexpected turns that throw you for a loop. But through it all, we navigate, adapt, and keep rolling, right? Whether it’s conquering the urban jungle on two wheels or decluttering our digital lives, the journey is ours to shape. So, here’s to the adventures, the lessons, and the wide-open road ahead. May it be filled with fewer close calls and more epic tales!
ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY
- 2006: Cold Snap
- 2002: Back From Montreal
- 2002: Blog From Plattsburgh
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