Today marks the end of three weeks of treatment. Three more to go (starting with the dreaded chemo).
So far so good. AND I get a three day weekend!
Today, I’m pretty sure I can’t be stopped. I blew the doors off some roadie (do roadies have doors?) on the way back through the park. What I haven’t mentioned about the assless is that it goes down hill like a bobsled on fire. Without a seat it’s possible to get into a super-duper aero tuck.. (pictures soon, I promise). The bearings on those phil hubs make up for any disadvantage I have with those chubby tires. I was seven seconds behind at the top of the hill (yup, I counted.. for scientific purposes), and blew by her like she was a potted plant about three quarters of the way down. In fairness, I’m pretty sure she had no idea she was racing.. but hopefully when I flew by like a seatless idiot with my ass practically being burnished by the rear wheel, I gave her something to chuckle about.
Joking aside, I’m feeling much more energetic than yesterday, and today I think I’ll stick to advil for the discomfort, so I don’t get all drowsy. I’ve got tubes to bend!!
EDIT: added at 8:30 friday evening. As promised! SUPER DUPER AERO TUCK!!!