Post Three

Today's weight: 215.5 lbs.
Today's location: home-catching up on work
Today's mood: optimistic

So the other day, I took the bike out for a spin. I used to ride all of the time as a kid, which explains the freakish calves that I sport. Well, that and genetics. Luckily I have decent thighs as well or my legs would look similar to an upside-down turkey drumstick. My dad is also a big-calved man, and he used to ride, even race, bikes as a younger man and well into his 30's. Flexing of the calf never fails to turn off Laura, who I assume loves every other part of me. So I wear knee-hi socks in bed to be considerate.

I made that last part up.

The Katy Trail is a 3.5 mile path that winds it's way from downtown Dallas near the American Airlines Center on the south end and finishes near SMU on the north. I can access the path at several points about 1/8th mile from our house. The trail almost always has someone on it, but in nice weather especially it is very popular with stroller moms, young professionals, and anyone looking to check out some eye candy.

www.katytraildallas.org

On this day, the thermometer rose to 80 degrees, which for those in Texas won't surprise you; despite being February that only means it will be 25 degrees tomorrow. Thats how we roll in the Lone Star State. SO, you take your opportunities when you can get them.

Nothing crazy happened on this day - it was great to take several laps back and forth between the AAC and SMU, until the 41.5 year old knees started to ache and it was starting to get dark. The Katy is not someplace you want to be after dark, even for a strapping lad such as myself. I did collect about 45 gnats in my teeth, since they had left their self-imposed hibernation from the cold and rejoiced in the rare warm day, celebrating by attacking me at different points on the trail. Hurray.

So, weather permitting, I will continue to get out there. I like the sense of community that exists on the trail, I like the feeling of accomplishment, and SMU girls turn me on, which is why I live with one.

Disclaimer: Laura graduated long ago, so its not like I am living with a 20 year old co-ed, but perhaps I can talk Laura into bringing on a roommate.

I made that last part up.

Or did I?

Thanks for reading.