A decrepit ride which I knew would be bad. Bad food choices throughout the day warranted a bad ride where I pushed myself only to laugh at my poor condition. Whatever, I was in the river valley. I wasn't at home with a bowl of cheesie poofs a bottle of wine and a date with Maury Povich... Mind you, that doesn't sound like a bad way to spend an evening.
The ride from the ever so great Mill Creek to Forest Heights and back to the Jeepers, where nothing exciting happened other than my pointing at myself and laughing out loud to myself at my poor condition. A Running Room jogger group kept their distance as they passed by.
|potty break and wishing for leaves to hide my public park open urinating shame|