Dear Self,

For the first time since cycling you are getting somewhere! You aren't getting sicker than a dog after a ride, dying of oxygen half-way up a tiny hill, falling off a bike (well, Friday I fell over doing a wheelie in the grass w/mountain bike) going through 2 full bottles off water and you've only done a mile, and you aren't sleeping off a 2 mile ride for 3 days straight.

It's taken all summer to get this far and the past couple of days of have been wonderful.


Dear Allergies,

You showed up this summer since I've been outside and I hate you. Now that the tractors are out harvesting, you've really made my life miserable. Go away.