Last Thursday I left for drill and wasn’t back home until late Sunday night. I then left for work Monday morning; and have worked over 50 hours in the last three days. One of which was a 20 hour day. Every day when I come home, and open that apartment door, I feel two things. The first, even though I’m completely fried, so happy to be home. The second, this feeling that my apartment feels lonely or sad, like its being ignored and.  So much so that I talk to it. Saying this like, “hello house” or “yes I know, I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long, but its only so I can pay for you.”

I have done this most of my life, or at least my “adult” life. No idea if anyone else does it, but I couldn’t care less.

There is also something about nothing living being in a space for such a long time that changes the air in it. Every time I’ve come home the last couple days, there is this crisp freshness in the air, that is just amazing. I don’t have any air fresheners, and I turn off the heating and air, so there isn’t any air exchange to speak of.

Unfortunately the rest of the week is just as bad. The one thing that makes it bearable is the paycheck that I know I’m going to get. At least it falls during dead and finals week, so it’s not like I would have anyone to do anything with if I wasn’t working. 

That is all.

No wonder im so smart ;)

(via medicalschool)

Chris Horner carries a hurt rider and his bike to the finish line.

Really shows the nature of cycling.

(via runninggwhere)

Decided to go for a ride today, because it’s in the mid 70’s. Far as I could tell perfect for a 30+ mile ride. What I didn’t realize was that there was a 30mph wind from the south. So I ended up doing 10 miles, and being completely dead by the end.

That is all.

So there were WAY more people there than I thought there would be. Probably like 20. I stayed with them on the way out of town, and for about 2 maybe 3 miles once the pace picked up. 

I knew it would be bad, but getting dropped on mile 2 of 45 is kind of upsetting.  After about 5 more miles, they were out of sight, and I didn’t know their path, so I just headed home.

Lots of work to do, but one of my friends know one of the guys who has been in the group a long time. He talked to me for a tinny bit on the way out of town, I’m hopping that he will let me try to ride with him sometimes, to help me build.

So, I’m planning on doing a group ride leaving from one of the local bike shops here in a couple of hours. And for some reason I’m actually nervous. On the website they say they do 40-50 miles, at a 20+ pace. I’ve done 50 miles in one ride before, but it took me like 3.5 hours, and I was completely dead with like 5 miles left to do.

I know I’m still a beginner, and that I would have extremely high hopes to stick with them the whole way. But I think more of what I’m worried about is losing them like 10 miles out, and being show just how much work I need to do to get to a decent racing ability.

It’s strange for me to be so far down the ladder when it comes to physical ability. My whole life I have been competitive straight away with anything I have tried. Talking to my friends now (who have no interest in cycling) are amazed that I can do 40 miles in 2hr and 20 minutes. But I know there is a long way to go to get into the real world of cycling.

I’m worried that I got all the fancy cycling gear, way before I “deserved” it. Like some rich kid who buys all the pro gear as soon as he’s interested in it. And I’m guna show up, looking like I know what the hell I’m doing, and then really have no clue at all.

I should add, that I have never ridden with a group, or even one other person before.

That is all.

Hitler as Seen by His Doctors, 1945 – 46

Military Intelligence Service Center, United States Army, European Theater This is one of five known X-rays of Hitler’s head, part of his medical records compiled by American military intelligence after the German’s surrendered and declassified in 1958. The records also include doctor’s reports, diagrams of his teeth and nose and electrocardiograms

Inspired.

Nothing ruins a good ride than a train