I went riding last night on the bike looking for some geocaches around my house. I suck at geocaching. I'll either find them or look like an idiot for ten minutes circling around looking for nothing. I found one last night, and I rode past a couple of others but there were too many people around that would see what I was doing. You have to be sneaky about it.
So yeah, I climbed two or three hills (they were real hills this time) and came to the top of one and puked. It was awesome. After a short recovery I rode back down by nat's school in search of another geocache. That didn't work out so well either: according to the GPS the cache was way out in the middle of a field... and crashing through chest high brush and sticker bushes wasn't in the plans so I gave up on that one. I came home tired, yet strangely satisfied.
Going out again tonight to find some others that have been too risky to find.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
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Friday, August 1, 2008
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Came home last night from work... played some ukulele (to my wife's annoyance- she was watching a stupid dancing show) and then went for a bike ride. I've given up trying to remove the stem myself... I'll eventually have to take it to a professional who has some real tools and can just do the job correctly (saw off the stem and remove/replace the whole thing). No big deal.
So I went up the road into Dan's old neighborhood. I went up a good hill... it nearly killed me. Once I got to the top I realized that the hill was more of a weak incline... Geez I'm out of shape. I rode a bike in Puerto Rico pretty much most the time, and while I was in Salinas I rode more than 20 miles a day. Good times. But these days just getting back to the biking mode will take some time.
I was chased by a big rottweiler dog, but its owner was able to call it back before it was able to get to top speed. After going there and back I came home.
Wii boxing is kicking my butt. I'm friggin sore from all the activity, which is contrary to my non-activity lifestyle.
So I went up the road into Dan's old neighborhood. I went up a good hill... it nearly killed me. Once I got to the top I realized that the hill was more of a weak incline... Geez I'm out of shape. I rode a bike in Puerto Rico pretty much most the time, and while I was in Salinas I rode more than 20 miles a day. Good times. But these days just getting back to the biking mode will take some time.
I was chased by a big rottweiler dog, but its owner was able to call it back before it was able to get to top speed. After going there and back I came home.
Wii boxing is kicking my butt. I'm friggin sore from all the activity, which is contrary to my non-activity lifestyle.
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