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Fly Fat-a$$ Fly

If you're on my FB friends list, this first bit will be a bit of a re-tread (can't be helped, didn't feel like limiting this to 420 characters AND it fills my other daily goal of writing...something).

So, if you've been following along, you'll know that in May I'm going to Mexico to help a friend make a documentary. I'm super excited about it.

I turned in all the stuff for the passport card on Tuesday. So that's all cool.

And starting on Monday I had down 2 new things on my daily planner; "WRITE" and "RIDE:30-45min."  I don't normally finish all the things on my planner, but I figure if it's on there, I'll at least think about it.  And yesterday I wrote a new blog post. Not a chapter of a novel or screenplay or anything, but it was writing (more than my flurry of FB status updates that spew forth like a freshman at their first intergalactic kegger).

Tonight, after folding the laundry (also on the list), I threw on my sneakers and grabbed Ghost Rider (which I was almost finished with--excellent book by Neil Peart, yes THAT Neil Peart), my Sansa and headed over to the stationary bike (which had been moved in 4 months ago in anticipation of this very night).

Got on, opened the book, hit play on Dabears mix ("That's Tasty") and started to pedal. It was just like...well..yeah. You know.

I finished the book at about 22minutes. Good thing too, because I don't think the noodles that used to be my legs could take much more. I cooled down, changed, and then came down here (and have been tinkering with my Blog template for like an hour, word).

And here we are. Riding AND Writing can be crossed off of tonight's list. Yay.

So, the thing about the riding. I know I'm not going to drop a TON of weight between now and May 9th, but something in the back of my head is telling me that I need to be working on my endurance and overall fitness before the trip. Traveling through 3 time zones is tough. Going to a foreign country is tough. Shooting a movie is tough. Doing all three at the same time could quite possibly be brutal and I have a feeling I'm gonna need some endurance and SOME level of 'fitness' to fall back on after all the adrenaline rush has come and gone that week. So, that's about where we are.

Getting back in shape.

Getting ready for the trip.

And getting back in the groove of stringing together more than 420 characters that aren't bookended by LOL and :-)

Thanks for coming along.

It's going to be an interesting ride, yo.


-AT

Comments

Darrin said…
Awesome on the bike action. Mysteriously enough, both M and I started going to the Y this week as well. M prefers the treadmill. I prefer the bike. I am amazed that I'm not more sore than I am, but then again, I was on a bike and my legs are, well, massve as they've always been (and I take the stairs at work). I also make sure to stretch before and after and to take an advil afterwords as well. And make sure you're hydrated. And no, 5 hour energy drinks do NOT count.

Ghost Rider was a great book. Sad, but really good. I recommend any of Neil's books (I have either 3 or 4 of them). Masked Writer (his first) was really good. So was the other one ('Travelling Music', I think). If you'd like to borrow one of them, lemme know. They both are about the same. Interesting, that Ghost Rider involves motorcycles, Masked Rider involves bicycles, and Travelling Music involves cars. I guess his next one will be about boats. ;-)
Todd S. said…
I would very much like to read his other books. I'm also making a reading list out of the books he references in this book. Amazing to me how much of a drum 'god' I see him as and to listen to him talking about not even being able to THINK of picking up sticks...and not knowing if he would ever feel like playing again...just mind blowing.

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