punxsutawney phil & vd

I hung up the phone at 6 PM with one of my brothers. I got the good news regarding my bike, it was shipping. From running and core strength and rock bottom temperatures it was the first sign of spring since Punxsutawney Phil promised us 6 more weeks of winter. Now it was Valentine’s Day, the pesto garlic, three cheese mushroom extravaganza did me in. With only one slice I laid down and shortly thereafter I began barfing. I barfed for 12 hours, until it was just water, until it was morning, until now. Somewhere in the middle of the barfing my sphincter loosened. I did a 180 from head to ass worshiping the porcelain bowl. You know it’s bad when your puke is more solid than your shit. No Valentine’s Day for me. The only saving grace was I lost 5 % of my body weight tipping in at 157 and 6 foot. More like a mountain goat than a mountain bike rider. I feel malnourished. I am going back to bed with visions for Fisher 29ers in my head. I hope to get up eat and feast. With black eyelids and a sore gut. Late…dk