Lance freaking Armstrong, man! The guy hops a plane, travels halfway across the globe, and still rolls back into Austin just in time to crush a weekend time trial. And on top of that, he doesn’t even miss Halloween with his kids (or kid, I honestly have no idea). Meanwhile, here I am, feeling like a total couch potato. Yesterday, on my glorious day off from training, he hits the gym, goes for a ride, and still has enough energy to jump back on a plane to San Diego, where he’s probably hanging out in some high-tech wind tunnel as we speak. And here I am, wondering if I should even bother lacing up. I swear, I suck!
At least I got myself up early this morning to vote, hey, small victories, right? The whole world feels like it’s holding its breath, frozen in time, just waiting to see what’s next. I wandered down to the polling place and became voter #25 in my district, penciling in my bit for a hopefully brighter future. Now it’s all about the news watch and the late-night tension, waiting to see if we’re about to usher in a new era or abandon ship altogether.
Honestly, this feels like one of those moments when I moved to Montana all out of shape and not-quite-healthy. One day, I just told myself enough was enough and decided to get back on the bike. And hey, I did it, I got stronger, maybe even better than I was before. But now, I can feel that edge slipping. Tomorrow, though… tomorrow is a new shot, a chance to shake off the rust and make a new game plan. And if it all goes south, well, there’s always the KettleHouse!
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