Misery Needs No Company

It just occurred to me that I gave the impression I was off my game, or slumping in my ride motivation. When I say I have a lot to lose, I mean the investment of the last 7 months of spartan sacrifice. Darts un-thrown, pong un-pinged, pints un-gulped. The stool only has two legs, but they are both Oak-strong from the hopping.

The only thing I am likely to lose at San Felasco is you.


2 Responses to Misery Needs No Company

  1. Does that mean you’ll have be riding 50 miles through the jungle daily on a triciclo to maintain if you come down here for Christmas?