Wednesday, April 7, 2010
This is what I like, all things 80s. 80s music and the big hair, bad fashion, and total craziness of the decade. I also like the days when the temperature is in the 80s range. Muscles seem to just come to life after spending 5 months in frigid temperatures, trying, in vain most of the time, to muster some sort of function. After struggling in all of the local rides, I finally broke a good sweat, dished out about 4 layers of clothing and got down to working on a tan. Because of the 80s (temps), things have turned around and I can now say that I'm not the first one getting dropped. Mind you, I still visit the rear of whatever bunch I'm in, but it takes a while now to get there.