week in review

or at least the most anxiety producing part.

Party review:

It's @ the beach, Keith alone @ home. Nice. Can you imagine, day after a "birthday party," ditch the excuse for the party and go for more carcinoma. Never mind ALL the detritus from the party STILL all over the place.

Call a spade a spade: the party was an excuse to have It's groupies over. It was over by 10. Early night. Do the math. It claims It has to spend hours indoors this evening (you or I call it work), thus behaving as though It has a G given right to ditch all in favor of tanning @ the beach. That's right, a cancer survivor ignoring It's health not to mention It's son, to go to the beach. Surreal.

So, I cleaned up what I had to, i.e. It spreads It's crap like an amoeba: before a party YOU would clean your home, It just moves It's piles of crap to alternate storage areas-out of sight...until I come along and remove all It's amassed crap from Keith's bike shed back to a big shitpile whgere it belongs. Unreal.

Did It buy him a birthday gift? No. He wants a "chopper bike," you know the bicycles that look like low-rider Harleys. Of course since It can't close the deal on anything, he never got it. Claims it will be ordered. Now, understand, his birthday WAS the 13th, and he still has squat from It, but It is @ the beach. Real effort there. Parenting??? And yes, he was up 'til I awoke this am-4:30.

So, did St.Francis. Need the base of longer runs for the big one next week. Felt good, hot as hell, but good. Wanted to wait for the club n' run with them, but no-they run @ 8:30. By that time I was showered n' good to go.

Ran about 1/2 mile behind the Renegades. Good bunch of guys. Nonaffiliated, smart. Don't need other clubs' drama.