committed

"Abandon all hope ye who enter here"

At least I should be committed. I foolishly agreed to do the MS charity "CapeCod Getaway" ride, 150 miles over 2 days on my bike.
At the time, june was far far away, indeed I agreed around the time of my last post - midwinter if I recall. So clearly it was a safe way to be friendly and virtuous, after all anyone who lives in the northern climes knows in winter that Summer will never come.

But before continuining my tale of woe, let me offer many apologies to my readership (I recognize that this may just be myself, nonetheless, my sloth,indolence and general lack of "stick to it" commitment, let me down as a reader as well as a writer). Not surprising perhaps and nothing other than what I promised on my very first post, after all this is the attitude problem that created this blog in the first place. Well I am back and I thank you for your patience and understanding.

Now, let me tell you of the sad sad state of affairs in my life.

Despite fair health, a job, happy house, sunshiny weather and all the other things that give me reason to be grateful, I face the specter of this weekend long ride. I have trained, but not hard enough. Knowing this I have pondered writing my will, breaking down emotionally, severing a limb, whatever it takes, but all to no avail - I cannot see  how to get out of this ride. I have raised the pre-requisite amount of charity in the usual ways - hitting up friends (and in the process finding out who my friends really are) and relatives (bad mistake - who knew - last time I had to raise any money I was 9 years old and my parent's  covered the amount required by the school to avoid a blemish on my permanent record (or at least avoid another blemish, there were still a few white spots on the paper at that point). Let me advise you, never, ever ask relatives for money - i was warned by my wife but foolishly I thought "they will want to help, it is for a good cause, me getting fit, oh yes, and raising money for Multiple Sclerosis, a scourge deserving of all our good will and one that I am again fortunate not to be afflicted with. I was wrong, it was viewed as me mooching, the cause being but an excuse to afflict myself upon them.

So, i have spoken little of the training itself but it is late and that must await a future blog (in the not too distant future, I promise). suffice to say, my bike is coping with the workouts far better than I am.
Now I must et my beauty sleep, for, though I may not ride like Lance armstrong, I can at least present a comely visage at the beginning ere sweat and toil wreak their terrible effects in those first yards......