Much more than two weeks late, I've read Scott McCloud's Understanding Comics. It's a virtuoso work.
After what must be my longest cycling hiatus in years, I got back on my bike for a good long ride on Thursday. I put in a comfy two hours, and it felt good. Now I have to start mounting all those goofy parts I bought at the Boxing Day sale.
It feels good to be strong. I spent so much of my life in a weaker, flabbier state than these last few years, and I'm not going back. The joy of being able to push my body hard on the bicycle is something that can't be related easily (yes it can: it's endorphins).
Christmas chocolate's all gone, so it's time to think new year's resolutions, which I take fairly seriously. First resolution: lose 10 pounds, minimum, to hit my racing weight. I have until the serious races start, which is Easter for me. No problem: Lent is always a good training period. Wait, there's still some Bailey's in the fridge. But right after that is gone....
The Lovely One and I spent the stroke of the new year in a movie house, watching the conclusion of House of Flying Daggers.
