Here's the situation:
95 degrees, 92% humidity
22 miles into a 40 mile bike ride and our group of 13 riders stops to refill our water bottles.
I have sweat dripping off of my nose and chin. My jersey and shorts are completely drenched.
I look over to one of the other riders and I say, "dude, I am barely even sweating."
He pauses, looks at me, and says in a confused voice, "are you serious?"
The route:
This week I felt good enough to ride my bike again. Unfortunately the rainy spring weather only allowed for one chance to ride. But it felt really, really good to be back doing something that I love. My previous ride was in CA, for Cami's graduation. That day Kyle and I rode from the end of Balboa Island, where we were staying, down to Laguna Beach, about 30 miles round trip. From that day on I just felt too lousy. My ride this week was from our house on 80th street, out west on Burleigh, to a spot just past the dog park in Brookfield where we take Dirk. It was an 18 mile ride.
We were so excited about our baby that we decided to have some "pregnancy pictures" taken.
This one was my favorite because it really captures my two favorite things: my wife's pregnant belly, and my tat.
In other news, I had to get some excused absence forms taken care of at school today for the doctors' appointments I have next week. Well, the school has really tried to crack down on students getting excused absences, so they included a clause on the form under the "Reason for Absence" field. The clause says "Be VERY Specific". Well, if it's specific they want, it's specific they get. I went up to the clinic director's office to turn in my forms and she happened to be standing there, so I just handed them right over. She starts reading them and gets this disgusted look on her face, her forehead wrinkles, her lips curl down, and I swear I almost saw her catch her breath. She looked up and said, "next time, just say Dr.'s appointment". I guess when they say "Be VERY Specific" they don't mean to include the frequency and/or color of my average bowel movement. Maybe they ought to consider re-phrasing their excused absence form.
Whoopsy daisy! I guess I had a little premature celebration. I had a 1 week course of antibiotics, which really seemed to be working well, that is, until the 1 week course ended and 2 days later I am back to square one. Honestly? I say one little positive thing and forget to knock on wood to ensure its success and this is what I get?!?!?! Unfathomable.
On a better note we were treated to a 3-2 Brewers victory over the Reds last night.
Nice braces.
Admittedly, my blog is taking on the tone of a bitter guy who is sick and dwells on it a lot. Unfortunately it just so happens that my blog was born under these trying circumstances (sigh). If I can actually stick with it though, and keep blogging, there will undoubtedly come a day when the "not-poopy" bloggings outnumber the "poopy" bloggings.
With that said, what would a blog be without a tribute to the spouse at some point? Sara, bless her heart, (you can say anything if you say "bless your/her heart" beforehand), doesn't often have energy to make lots of homemade dinners. (She does tons of other things though). Well, she was so sweet and came home from work today and prepared homemade chicken soup... I couldn't believe it. In fact, my first thought was "you can make chicken soup?!?!?!" I thought soup had to come in a can.
Well, it blew my mind. And I don't use that phrase lightly. I can never eat chicken soup out of the can again. Well done Sara... well done... (slow clapping in background).
Today was so great, I got to sleep in a little bit while Sara had to get up and go to work. I was just laying there, thinking about how awesome of a day it was because I was going to have Lime Jello Jigglers for breakfast. In fact, that is also what I had for breakfast the previous day... and lunch.... and dinner. In fact that's all I "ate" for the past two days. Those were some great Jigglers, and made the colonoscopy I had today totally worth it.
The other part that made it worth it was me coming out of my haze and telling the nurse I had just beat up an entire "skateboarding gang". I totally could in real life.
