Sick of Washington
Trey and I are about to go on my first trail ride. I hope it's easy; funny enough it's a trail Trey has never tried before either, so I may be in over my head. I wouldn't have any trouble if it weren't for the hilly lowlands of Washington. There really isn't a level stretch of road longer than about a block in Bremerton. Last week I rode to the ferry in about 10 minutes. It took me about 25 minutes to get back. My cardio my not be great, but it's not THAT bad! It was all uphill on the way back.
As long as I don't bust my ass on a rock, I'll be happy.
I figured out that I don't really like my job. I dread calling people I don't know, and I have to do a lot of that. I'm getting better at it, but I feel like I'm not doing as well as I would like right now.
P.S. I want to go home, too. I'm dealing.
As long as I don't bust my ass on a rock, I'll be happy.
I figured out that I don't really like my job. I dread calling people I don't know, and I have to do a lot of that. I'm getting better at it, but I feel like I'm not doing as well as I would like right now.
P.S. I want to go home, too. I'm dealing.