boo-ya, bitches!

It worked like a charm.

My morning brain was more than happy to go through the motions of a plan already crafted and planned for. All I have to do is put on these clothes, grab my backpack and sit on this bike? Deal!  Ahhhhh the sweet success of self-deception.

There were some blips. For example, almost getting run over by a FedEx truck as I was bombing down a steep and gravelly hill. But guess what? I didn't. (Not today, Satan!) Also, I totally forgot to bring clean underwear and for some reason the shirt that I packed has this weird, musty smell. But what could I do? I only packed one shirt. I can't exactly wear my cycling jersey for the day. The good news is, my hair product has this sort of spicy flavor to it so I wiped that on my musty blouse to  disguise it as a musky undertone to a complicated bouquet. Yeah, I'm pretty much a fucking genius today. Get that blood flowing, get that brain going!

So now we wait and see if after this high wears off, I turn into a complete pile of mush. Remounting that steed wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be. Maybe I still have some leftover muscles from last year or maybe day 1 isn't when it's when going to get my ass kicked, but right now I am optimistic that I can get through this month without too much difficulty. I mean, my butt doesn't even hurt and that's usually the worst part.

Also, I took some "before" pictures this morning. If I go through a significant transformation in 30 days I'll post them but I don't really expect to. I'm guessing I'll probably just lean out a bit and probably lose any amount of boobage that I've managed to acquire over the winter. We'll see. Photos pending.