I'm a decent guy...really.
Today Jenny and I finished a charity bike ride to help fight MS. It was 48 miles on Saturday, and 42 on Sunday (today). I not trying to brag or say, "look how charitable I am," but I do make a lot of horrible jokes about disabled people, but when it comes down to it, I am willing to help.
Anyway, today sucked because my body was beaten up pretty bad yesterday, but still I pressed on. I almost gave up at the beginning because of the pain. Not the muscle pain, but the pain that only a bicycle seat can provide. Horrible.
When I finally finished, yeah, yeah, sure I felt some sense of acomplishment for not giving up and blah bl- blah. But, honestly, the greatest joy for me was seeing a midget at the finish line who was wobbling around and cleaning up. For some reason, it made the entire day's ride worth while. If I'm lucky, my first child will be a dwarf...but if I'm even more lucky, I won't have a dwarf baby, but someone I know will and I'll be able to visit from him/her from time to time and make them give me chocolates instead of the other way around.
Anyway, today sucked because my body was beaten up pretty bad yesterday, but still I pressed on. I almost gave up at the beginning because of the pain. Not the muscle pain, but the pain that only a bicycle seat can provide. Horrible.
When I finally finished, yeah, yeah, sure I felt some sense of acomplishment for not giving up and blah bl- blah. But, honestly, the greatest joy for me was seeing a midget at the finish line who was wobbling around and cleaning up. For some reason, it made the entire day's ride worth while. If I'm lucky, my first child will be a dwarf...but if I'm even more lucky, I won't have a dwarf baby, but someone I know will and I'll be able to visit from him/her from time to time and make them give me chocolates instead of the other way around.
