At least my lungs did. Flashback to late October:
Combined with my 3 day tour and some riding the next week, I was almost at 400 miles in 7 days. 350 of that was on the touring setup, which added a damn load of weight to it. Combined with the panniers which is just marketing genius for “a parachute on each side that you can carry shit in” and a moving average of 17+ on flats/rollers, it was some solid training. Read to conquer the world after this week and a few more hard rides, I went forth and kicked ass across Atlanta and Serenbe.
This all ended 3 days later when some asshole virus hitchhiked down to the bottom of my lungs and setup camp and multiplied. That pneumonia also came with a 104F fever that laid me out flat for a few days and killed more brain cells than playing 40 hands with McCormicks in a carbon monoxide filled garage while watching Honey Boo Boo listening to Justin Bieber. Eating while sick is overrated, so 15 pounds of body weight and 5 days later,I stumbled out of my room and said hello to life again.
Going to Tech and not doing shit for almost a week don’t mix. At all. I now have a great caffeine addiction because all of November and most of December was:
- Drink enough espresso to jump start my heart quicker than Eminem’s vodka
- Sleep 30 minutes
- Repeat until dead and/or semester ends
This is great because now I have one more thing to blow loads of money on. I was almost concerned I would have to find a second bank to store my cash in in order not to exceed the FDIC insured limit. Espresso has solved that problem handily; disaster averted. After enough work to manage a 3.33 GPA and keep my cash reserves at a manageable level, it was party time.
First, rewind a few weeks. The Great Seth of http://www.snydercycles.com/ and myself found ourselves in need of Tuesday night entertainment, so riding commenced. Like 80% of my cycling, it followed the formula of riding a bigass circle, then stopping and having beer at a local joint. Elliot St Pub in this case, which offers $2 pints on Tuesdays. Perfect. Some nights end up being a little less sane than others (looking at you, bourbon and Courvoisier). Due to the easy nature of the ride, we’ve got it endorsed by the now patron saint, Saint Chillaximo Dikov. It’s wholesome and good for the soul, as proved by me handily passing an Algorithms class despite Dikov’ing late into the night before the 8am final. Want to Dikov with us? Visit https://www.facebook.com/DikovRide to see what’s up. Typical evening is leave at 8pm on Tuesday, coast 15 miles, then drink and catch up til when the hell ever.
That’s all for now, keep your eyes peeled for more info about the cycling scene in this area. Til then, may your life be filled with beer, cupcakes, coffee and bikes.