b 4.0
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
They say that athletics are 90% mental and 10% physical, and I proved the heck out of that last night. After not paying attention and missing the proper group, I attacked (twice) trying to make up lost ground and both times came up short, leaving me a nice solo trip back down the island towards a Charthouse-stoplight average of 22.26. I've ridden almost that fast solo over the whole island. Blast. Back at home, after no small amount of waiting, which is hard to do after a 35-mile bike ride, I dug into a fantastic roast that I'd inadvertently let marinate for about 3 days. Now, cooked nicely, it is so tender and juicy and delicious that I'll never be able to go back to the splash-and-go basting that I've used before. Such is the nature of progress, I guess.

© 2007 Corey Bruno