Greetings from the frosty embrace of Missoula, Montana, where the snowflakes are as indifferent to my well-being as I am to their whimsical dance—thanks to the delightful cold that’s taken up residence in my sinuses. You might’ve noticed a digital avalanche in your feed today; that’s just me, turning cabin fever into a content festival. Photos and Vids!
In a twist of fate last night, I reached the peak of Mount Sickness. Armed with nothing but a DIY humidifier (a marvel of modern engineering if I do say so myself) and possibly those Zicam tablets I’ve been treating like candy—though I’m not sure if you’re supposed to snort them—I’ve begun my descent back to health.
Amid this, the economy is throwing side-eyes at my racing season, threatening to bench me before I even start. So yeah, I’m as bummed as a squirrel in a nut-free zone. Fingers crossed it doesn’t come to that. At this rate, I might just stick to cross-country races; they’re like the microwavable meals of training. But my dreams of ultra-endurance glory are hanging by a thread thinner than my patience these days. Tomorrow’s mysteries remain as such.
Today’s philosophical nugget? Surrendering control to the universe. It’s like realizing you’re not the DJ of life but sometimes you get to pick the playlist. Lost my train of thought there… Oh right, embracing the chaos and cherishing the controllable, like plotting a return to Pipestone next weekend. Because, why not?
Enough rambling—I’m off to cocoon into a recovery nap and drown my cells in nutrients before breaking free into the great outdoors. There’s a promise of dirt roads in Pipestone calling my name, and I’m determined to show this bug the exit before then. So, here’s to hoping and hopping back on the saddle. Take care, fellow dirt aficionados.
On This Day In History
Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in! It’s another trip down memory lane, folks, and boy, have we got some doozies lined up for ya today. Buckle up, ’cause this ride’s about to get a whole lot bumpier!
2008: Speakin’ of good chuckles, how about that Marcy? Cutest darn thing this side of the Mississippi, I tell ya. Nothin’ beats a lazy day off from trainin’, just kickin’ back and hittin’ the trails with your favorite four-legged pal. ‘Course, that Lolo Pass Ride was looming on the horizon, so it was back to the grindstone soon enough.
2006: Now, here’s a doozy for ya! A good ol’ fashioned snowpocalypse, barrelin’ down on us like a freight train. But hey, at least we got to soak up some of that glorious sunshine while it lasted, right? And with friends comin’ to visit, well, that’s just the cherry on top of the sundae!
2006 (again): Ah, yes, the age-old conundrum of privacy versus accessibility. Gotta love those brain-scratchin’ ideas that really get the ol’ noggin churnin’. Course, knowin’ me, I probably got about three sentences in before my mind started wanderin’ off to more pressin’ matters… like what I was gonna have for lunch that day.
Well, there you have it, folks! A whirlwind tour through the years, with all the twists, turns, and belly laughs you’d expect from yours truly. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya about the bumpy ride!
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