I am suddenly overcome with the overwhelming urge to dance.



I'm at the office with no out in sight for another three and a half hours, then I go home and meet Laura for our 20-miler.



I NEED TO DANCE.



Things really ARE that great.

Please tour the United States. Preferably THIS YEAR.

I did it!



Omer, thegodofthor, and liddlebins and I did the LA River today.



I, as usual, was the slowpoke, as I'm not a daily rider. Omer is a fucking rockstar and shoulda done the 100 but was being neighborly. I love him. He's such a cool guy. I love male friends that aren't complete and total narcissists for no goddamned reason. (I mean, if he were, it would be okay, he's got good reason to be.) Lindsey kicked ass on her new bike, and Joe is the best team leader a girl could ask for.



My problem, at that level, is stamina. My blood oxygen saturation level is always around five percent lower than everyone else's - yours is probably somewhere around 97%, while mine hovers around 92%. There isn't ever going to be a whole lot I can do about that; I'm stuck with it now and that's only going to get worse as my condition progresses. I just get really, really tired, and I was towards the end; very. My knees did great - they're a bit stiff but not awful, and while my ass is still kind of numb, it's okay. I have a mother of a sunburn, and a ridiculous-looking one, at that.



Clearly, I need to keep at it. I've deduced that from my house, to the Ballona Creek path terminus at the beach, is roughly ten miles. So if I do that and back, that's a twenty-miler, and I need to do that at least twice a week, then a longer ride on weekends, probably thirty-five; I might take the beach path, but that means I have to do it OMGEARLY because a) it gets hot and b) it gets crowded. Laura's doing triathlon training so maybe she'll come ride with me a few days a week...



I'd like to be in better shape by the time the next one of these rolls about. I can't do anything to fix my heart, but I can at least fix the rest of me.



Anyway. It was a great day, with good friends, and gettin' our asses kicked for a good cause. Those of you who didn't go missed out! Come with us next time!

We did it! Imma go home and die now.

At the halfway mark. I'm in a lot of pain, but okay. Onward.