810th post. Just a number.
Crappy day at office - pure idiocy dealing with ABBA and his off-medicated shenanegans. It's amazing how unprofessional this turd can be. Such is life. I was ready, VERY ready to leave the office and take the stress off. The weather was fantastic, clear skys, perfect temperatures to bike my way out towards Purcellville. Gave me ample time to clear the stress and compile thoughts of my plans/preparation/strategy for MoM this weekend. All present and accounted for.
Few errands on the way home, then spent the early evening cleaning my bike from top to bottom (took it all apart, cleaned, lubed and re-assembled). I have to take it to my "Wrench" (bike mechanic) tomorrow to have the gears/shifters re-indexed for this particular ride - and with the new gear cassette - it needs it. So I NEVER want to present my bike to my "Wrench" with a less-than-clean bike. It's like going to the dentist - you make sure you brush your teeth, similar concept.
Spent the evening trying to relax after such a fucked up day. Still pissed. Good thing I have a full weekend of pure masochist abuse ahead of me to wipe the slate clean of all the abuse and bullshit I endure daily at my office. I won't be yelling at myself as I and on that last endorphin and quad searing ascent about to cramp mile..I'll be yelling outside at that asshole ABBA - for having zero professional tact to have the courtesy of humanity. Screw that - I'm doing this for myself. I should be tossing resume after resume into the wind. Fucker.
Tomorrow is another day - and will enjoy my time away from the office doing office related things, less drama. Then will enjoy my time at the spinner class, with a woman that I've become extra smitten with :) Then time to drop off my clean bike at my wrench, and time to unravel and unwind with the last episode of Lost.
Life is a spit-shined Ultegra Smile