tuesday, september 4th, 2141 hours, listening to tiger army, they are so kick ass.
today i drank a beer. so much for no drinking month.
lets back up to the beginning. woke up early to go to the gym, stayed in bed thinking "too tired, not gonna make it," then said to myself "don't be a fucking pussy, get up and go work out" so i did. went to the gym and pushed weight like a fucking fiend. felt great, came home, got ready, and spent the day at work. it was slow but we had a super fun day.
then, after work, i went for a ride. it was fucking AWESOME!!! the weather was absolutely perfect, the sunlight was perfect, the roads were perfect, it was one of the best rides ever. i felt great the whole time, i really really needed it. i had ridden roads i hadn't ridden before, it was just a fantastic ride. i wanted to take pictures, the whole time i was thinking i need to bring a camera next time, but i know the pics won't do it justice, they won't capture one percent of the glory and beauty. and pictures, at least the ones i take, won't capture the feel and essence and vibe of the ride. no way you can smell the different smells, the cows, the grills cooking meat, the rain in the air, through a picture. no way you can feel the 7.2 million gnats you ride through as they get in your teeth, on your face, and get caught in your arm hair.
damn it was such a great ride.
so i pulled back into town, noticed george's car still at the shop, and i knew where he was. poked my head in the pizza joint and there he was, so i pulled up a seat next to him, and that is when it all went wrong.
i was heady from a great ride, it all felt so natural, as if it was meant to be. carey asked if i wanted food or a beer, i said no, she walked away, then, i called her over and ordered a beer, without thinking. she poured it, put it in front of me, and then, only then, did i remember it was a detox month. fuck!!!! i told her i was trying to not drink for the month, but then i figured fuck it, i just rode a bike, i can afford some extra calories and such, so i drank it.
i only drank one beer, but i still feel like i cheated. i'm gonna keep going the rest of the month and not drink, or at least try, but dammit it's just so difficult when it seems to be a central part of work and play and existence. i sort of miss having a beer at work, having a beer with friends. and the funny thing is, i don't' really even like beer. i'm more of a wine guy, good god i love win, rich red wonderful tannin filled wine. with cheese, with meat....mmmmm, wine.
whatever. not too big of a deal i guess, i've only really disappointed myself , no one else cares or thinks it's a big deal. i would like to lose five pounds and clean out my system this month, eating all that meat and crap isn't helping i know.
ok, time for bed. i'm off tomorrow, gonna go for a good long ride, maybe......
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