blowage

yet another Monday morning rush of randoms:

1. coffee took a good 20 minutes to smash the glass this morning.
   
   when you finally wake up, and the working world is all crystalline sharp around the desk -
   
   ... that's when you realize just how much longer you wanted to stay in that warm snuggly bed.
   
   
2. today, an initial casualty count is 75 dead and over 150 more injured Iraqi civilians in separate, coordinated bomb blasts.
   
   one day, like so many other days.
   
   too bad they aren't white. maybe we'd care then.
   
   ... and it's still not civil war.
   
   
3. i'm pretty gawdamn sick of having an injured back. i suck at injuries. that's the problem with being a pain junky - everything is ignored and secretly, masochistically enjoyed.
   
   but this has been 3 weeks and it's not getting any better. unfortunately, the hate of aMErican healthcare overrides any reasonable arguments to visit them for treatment (all doc bunnies excluded, of course).
   
   
4. Stupid mistakes i made this weekend:
   
   #1: realizing i had pretty shyte tread on Friday nite and switching them out to the cheapo 9$ tires that have been laying neglected in the garage for a decade, or two. I mean, so what if it's gonna rain ... how much of a difference can tires make?
   
   yeah, that was a graaaayte idea.
   
   Saturday's geezer race had me sideways more than that six'er of Santa Barbara wine we brought back last year.
   
   stupid, stupid, stupid.
   
   At one point I told leaney-Reaney to stay away from me because i was turning right worse than fukking Zoolander. He obliged.
   
   #2: In that stupid prosey race at Martinez, I didn't attack once. notbloody once.
   
   it has been years that i haven't attacked in a criterium. yeah, yeah, yeah ... i know i'm injured, i know i'm not in great shape ... but, i hate, just frickin despise being a hanger-on in a bike race.
   
   that is going to be motivation for the next 6 months.
   
   thankfully junkadonk was there to tow me back up to the pack after i couldn't close the tailgunner gaps.
   
   i can't stand just being a survivor in a bike race.
   
   
   #3: no warmup for Cherry Pie.
   
   i just couldn't get my shit together. Pasco and Jeff had to monitor the front of a very aggressive old-guy pack for the first 20 minutes as my body uncurled from the fetal position. sorry guys.
   
   there was a bad breakaway up the road with Spine, CalGiant, the Discoboys, and EMC in it. that sucked for us. But, with only 3 guys and all of us a fair bit waxed from Saturday's sufferfests (pasco did 3 crits, each rainy-er than the last) ... it took us a good 10 minutes of hitting the field to bring them back. stupid.
   
   but, we salvaged a 3rd with Jeff in the field sprint ... so, best we could manage under the circumstances, i think.
   
   i didn't even think about doing the prosey race. my body shut down, full stop.
   
   #4: going to work today.
   
   ... oh yeah, better get some of that done.