Jesus Loves Me!
It is pretty well known that I don’t have much use for organized religion. If it works for you that is great, run with it I respect that. I was raised Catholic and I don’t have any traumatic story that drove me from the church or anything I just never really could swallow the whole blind faith thing. Anyway to each his own. My Mom is always on me about going to church and what not. When she saw my “Would Jesus Sit on Shirt?” she was not amused. She thought I was being blasphemous even after explaining how classless it is to sit on the break and then sprint, something I am pretty sure a righteous dude like J.C would not do. Still, she did not get it. So fast forward a few weeks, Mom is having dinner with her priest telling him all about her son the satanist and his t-shirt. Turns out the priest is a cycling enthusiast and wants a shirt. Win Win for me, Mom now knows I am not in league with the devil and I sold another shirt.
On Saturday I rode 3 hours, swam, and ran. Damn. I was pretty worked yesterday and eneded up not doing anything (besides going to work). My swimming is getting better (I have an awesome coach), but I still wonder how I am going to haul my carcass across 1500 meters of open water. So far swimming is much more humbleing than skate skiing. At least skiing I can go pretty fast on the dh. No coasting in the pool though. I just have to watch the 70 year old ladies swim past knowing I will not be catching them on the dh. Just try that on a bike granny. Yaa, thats what I thought.
