Stinky Attitude
Magical sunrise that I tried to ignore. I really, really, really, really, really, did not want to ride my bike this morning. There is something about me that I've come to realize over the years. Well, there are a lot of things - some of which are not fit to print - but one thing is that the harder I resist doing something, the more I probably need to do it. I'm mad, you see. Mad at cycling. Mad at helmets and traffic and bike paths and clip in pedals. I'm oftentimes angry. I guess it's a "thing" with me. I get riled up about something and I just get madder and madder. It starts with something like my kid getting hit on his bike and it blows up into the whole world hating cyclists. I get more and more worked up and isolate so that nobody knows what a big baby I am being. Before you know it, I'm back to some very unhealthy behaviors and things are falling apart. Not that you'd ever know. I'm also a very good stuffer. But that is