I Picked a Bad Time to Start Taking My Meds...

I've been a bad patient for the past few months. I haven't wanted to start taking methotrexate again even though my doctor prescribed and recommended it. So I waited and waited and did more research. Two weeks ago I started. Yes, I had the usual pain in the ass side effects--hot, barfy and yucky the day after I take it. This will get better if I remember correctly from my first bout with the drug years ago. I'm mostly just really PISSED because this weekend is Dark Horse Beer Cross and I CAN'T drink!!! It's a BIG no-no with methotrexate.

Now I have to do the stupid dizzy baseball shtick and make a total ass of myself (like that wouldn't have happened with the drinking). I see barfing in the future. If I could have only procrastinated another couple of weeks. I can't even get procrastination right!

Scattered, Smothered and Covered

Not only have I been craving Waffle House as of late but I feel my life has been much like the great hashbrowns--take your pick: Scattered, Smothered, Covered.

Just last week I was feeling like Rocky. I had a moment. There's this bridge by our house and I actually ran to the bridge and back. Seriously, I felt like Rocky when I got back home. Until of course my moment of greatness was shattered when Mike asked me how long it took. So I run like Quasimodo. I didn't say it was pretty or fast people. I always tell people I have to run in the cover of night because I'm afraid people will point and laugh or think I have a bad prosthetic. Let's just say I have a little hitch in my giddy-up. The point is I did it. Geez. What a buzz kill.

That brings me to this past week. I had to go to FLA for work for a few days. I was really excited to get back in the groove when I got home. Unfortunately, the body had very different plans. If I change a few parts of my daily routine it takes me a few days to recover. I'm not talking about from exercise either. I'm talking about a different bed, climate, food, etc. I should be in a bubble. I've been like that my whole life. Most people can go with it. Not me. I have to take a few "rest days" if I have a break in routine. Maybe this is why I don't take real vacation. I always have to pay the piper when I get back. So enough with that. Basically, my Rocky moment had ended and I was back at feeling it was going to be a very long road to get any sort of normalcy back either in body and spirit.

So my 35th birthday was spent on the couch propped with pillows because my c-spine decided to give me hell . Searing pain brought me to my knees in an aisle of Petsmart when I went to pick up a bag of dog food. I wasn't going to let a weak right arm and numb fingers stop me. Last year when I first hurt my neck and couldn't turn my head I got really good at driving and turning my whole body instead of my head. It's an art form. My passengers are hesitant but I get the job done.

Carl (my hardtail Vicious and I) went for a Little ride yesterday at Wayway. We're in the process of buying a house (Mike and I. Not Carl and I. Bikes can't buy houses silly. I'm not that crazy) and Wayway will be a part of the new hood (if all goes well) so I decided to venture up there. I've really tried be realistic as of late because the body has not been cooperating. I'm not going in with the mind frame that I have to be able to race. I've let that go. If it happens. It happens. I just want to be able to ride and be active on a regular basis. This couple of times a month thing is starting to piss me off!

Scattered, Smothered and Covered: It may look like a mess, but it's still pretty good!!!

Oh ya-

WHY IS THERE CHRISTMAS MUSIC PLAYING ALREADY!!?? This upsets me. Sorry, had to get that out of the way.

Team Darkhorse Bibshort Order

It could go VERY wrong.

I'm hoping next season's team bibs aren't red. Hopefully, the Powers That Be have a smart color choice option in mind. Let's pray for black or it's going to be a very long season. ICK.