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Nothing Like It
Aug. 27th, 2020 04:57 pmThe last time I saw rain, like we had this morning, was when Helen and I were living in Houston and we caught one of those hellacious storms that sometimes come inland off the Gulf. Which you can't really call a downpour because it's, you know, coming straight at you.
(Kind of wondering if those good old boys I worked with at Palm Center are getting hit with some of that now. Wishing Earl "The Old Indian" Shriver, Isaiah "Ike" Pittman, Gerald, and Barry the best of luck, wherever they may be in this life.
When I told Gerald that Helen was expecting, and we'd be moving back north, he shared some down-home wisdom with me. Which was that, "You shouldn't go running off in the heat of the day."
And when I was loading my roll cab into the van for the trip home, he shook his head and told me, "You know you're just a frustrated snow bird," lol.)
Anyway, since it was no kind of weather for an old man to be out on a bike, I took Black Allegro down to the basement and set her up in the mag trainer. Then I came upstairs and drafted a 16-minute routine which I saved and printed out for future revision. Because, you know, the first one is always just a start.
I also allowed that I might hop off, right in the middle of it, if I needed to change something. In fact, I did make a couple of changes, somewhere near the middle, but saved them 'til the "ride" was over.
It continued to rain, and to threaten rain, the rest of the day but, around 4:30, the pavement and shoulders of the road had dried and I decided to take Allegro off the stand and out onto the road.
Because, you know, there's nothing like it. Nothing...
LPK
Dreamwidth
8.27.2020
(Kind of wondering if those good old boys I worked with at Palm Center are getting hit with some of that now. Wishing Earl "The Old Indian" Shriver, Isaiah "Ike" Pittman, Gerald, and Barry the best of luck, wherever they may be in this life.
When I told Gerald that Helen was expecting, and we'd be moving back north, he shared some down-home wisdom with me. Which was that, "You shouldn't go running off in the heat of the day."
And when I was loading my roll cab into the van for the trip home, he shook his head and told me, "You know you're just a frustrated snow bird," lol.)
Anyway, since it was no kind of weather for an old man to be out on a bike, I took Black Allegro down to the basement and set her up in the mag trainer. Then I came upstairs and drafted a 16-minute routine which I saved and printed out for future revision. Because, you know, the first one is always just a start.
I also allowed that I might hop off, right in the middle of it, if I needed to change something. In fact, I did make a couple of changes, somewhere near the middle, but saved them 'til the "ride" was over.
It continued to rain, and to threaten rain, the rest of the day but, around 4:30, the pavement and shoulders of the road had dried and I decided to take Allegro off the stand and out onto the road.
Because, you know, there's nothing like it. Nothing...
LPK
Dreamwidth
8.27.2020
