24, bikes, and pasta

Without Steve here this past weekend, the house was less.... combative? Jokingly gay? Yeah. Just signed up for a power/HR threshold test at Vision Quest for the first weekend in February. Time to see some actual numbers that will tell me how pitiful I really am. Exciting, to be humiliated in front of a bunch of other people. But who knows, maybe I'll churn out numbers that I didn't think were possible for me in February.

OK, I've got to go make some delicious whole wheat pasta with some lightly sauteed green and red peppers, jalapeno sausage, and a mushroom red sauce, and watch 24. Kill them all, Mr. Bauer. Kill them all.

And now I'm 25

Yikes. Another birthday. I feel like this should be the official start of the quarter-life crisis, and yet all I can think about is how this year is going to be so good. Best January shape of my life, best mental shape of my life, and I subscribe to Netflix now. I mean, my life probably couldn't be better. Unless Superdrag released a new record. Oh, right. Happy St. Patrick's Day to me.

And can I just say deciding to commute through the winter on my bike was the greatest decision I've made in a long time? Hardly anything is as fun or as satisfying as riding through a near-blizzard in 10-degree Chicago wind chills along the lake. My favorite thing is when people at work ask, "How can you do that?" and all I want to reply with is that it's easily the best part of my day, but know that it won't make sense to them.

I need to hang out with people who ride bikes more.