5 days in quarantine is not such a bad thing. You watch the world go by like a fish in a tank.
Losing a long weekend is an especially painful price to pay.
I’m sneaking out for a little solo test this morning.
I feel good, but I’m not ready to let anybody know that yet.
maybe I took a wrong turn and ended up in fast town?
On your marks-
I hear you loud and clear on this. After spending 3 weeks on the injured reserve list, not to mention missing some of the best weather of the spring, I’m finally getting to pedal a little. Just in time for that pedaling at the bottom of a swimming pool feeling that makes T-town summers infamous.
Don’t forget your snorkel Thursday.