Today’s post got abducted.
Because I spent the first part of yesterday doing this stuff;
(That is to say riding bikes with friends. Not spanning time like a couple of damned Fabios, but I probably did some of that as well).
And all of the second half of the day doing this stuff;
Photo courtesy Paisley Paul.
I literally feel as though my soul is trying to escape my body. There isn’t a single corner of my figure that isn’t sore.
But most importantly, because I was away from my station for the entire day, I seem to have come up empty handed in regards to today’s content
It’ll be back soon enough however. It may have been poked and prodded by little gray beings, but one way or another, I can guarantee it will eventually return home.
Like Agent Mulder, I want to believe.
The older we get, the more time is spent wondering why our backs are sore.
Speaking of sore backs, if our GenX backs are sore, think of how sore the millenials backs are gonna be, given that they grew up with downhill bikes and snowboards.
Epic kind of day!
I’m pretty envious. I haven’t been on a board in years, and haven’t done slappies in even longer. My knees thank me for it. Sounds fun though.
I’m shitty at pacing myself. It’s always “full fuckin’ throttle” followed by “I need to lay down for three days.” Gettin’ old ain’t for the faint of heart.
Check out your face – you spent the second half of your day doing a pretty convincing impression of Robert De Niro.