I got up this morning and according to my scale, I lost a whopping four pounds in one day. I took a crap once that was easily a five pounder but, other than that, I'm not sure if its humanly possible to drop four pounds in one day under normal circumstances; what the hell, I'll take it. I figure four pounds to the negative is better than the other direction. One way or another, I am now just a little bit closer to looking like Thunderlips, The Ultimate Male from 'Rocky III'.
This morning I decided to bike to work. The ride's about 23 min or so along the world famous SART (Santa Ana River Trail) or as I like to call it, 'The Hobo Highway'. There she is, the SART, pictured on this post. The SART is a recreational area surrounding miles and miles of cement drainage ditch through much of North and Central Orange County down to the beach. The great thing about the trail is that it doesn't matter whether you're a homeless guy, some drunk sleeping on a rock, a migrant worker, a kid walking to school, a factory bike team, or, like me, a big bear on a bike riding to work...you're all equal once you're on the SART. The good news is that my ride to work was very pleasant until I smashed my shin on the pedals in front of a bunch of people and had to try not to cry. The bad news is, it's supposed to be in the 90's today so I'll be hotter than a three dicked pup in a f*cking match on the ride home. Good thing I brought my glide stick so I can lube up the undercarriage and prevent chafing!