Jul 26, 2006 15:54
I've decided and, fuck it, I am going to do the 61-miles in Southern Indiana sometime in September. You only live once, right? And what do I have to loose, anyway. I mean what's a dozen or so four-mile climbs up steeple-shaped hills anyway.
fuck it,
cycling until it hurts
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I like to outdo myself. So took up snowboarding, and then went into a short run of extreme rollerblading until I got tired of beating up my knees to a bloody pulp. If I only listened to my parents and wore knee pads, and maybe a shirt (I liked that Dogtown look).
So with osteo-arthritis in my knees (and I could make a reverberating reference to assimilate Black Flag's Damaged into the theme of this) I cycle. And I'm still outdoing myself, or constantly trying. I don't know how to quit. And I have no one to impress so maybe I'm taking Morrissey's advice of "hoping for an early death" or maybe it's Rollins and the ideology of strength. So I'm going farther than I have been (the 61-mile death ride equipped with steep cliffs and extreme hills).
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Unfortunately it is not a group ride, and I will be on this ride alone.
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