Yeah I had the perfect morning. I mean hey just do not get much better for me. Mornings like this used to average on all my weekends.
Espceially if ya’ll have read any of my earlier post. Youll appreciate the short sweetness of this one.
I woke up at four. The morning wood was on fire, soooooooo I rolled the wifey over and pulled her on the floor and took what I needed, I went back to bed until six.
I made a quick snack for breakfast put on my running shoes went out did a mile and a half.
Pulled my Colnago off the wall stripped down in the drive way got into my cycling gear, and I wound up mooning the neighbor’s wife.
She probably appreciated it he’s fat.
I hit the road and realizing I had plenty of time left in my morning I decided to put in 25 maybe thirty miles depending on the route I took and where it took me. Half way through I was lost and I thought awesome I do not have to head home quick I can enjoy this more.
I made a turn and this dog came runnning after me (I thought I miss having mace on my bike) The owner call(Molly come hear at the dog all nice and shit. The dog stopped for a second, and then continued after me. Next thing the dog was chewing on my shoe, leg, sock and what ever else he could get a hold of.
The she was like just ignore him, so I smacked him in the back of the head with my fist, and rode on.
That was the first reason I should not have turned down that rode but hell it was still fun.
It was to direct of a way home I should have made a left. I only made twenty six miles.
I got home and ran another mile and a half.