Came home exhausted, went to sleep at about 9, woke up at 2:30-ish, piddled around the house, watched tv, ate and worked on my institute lesson. Then at around 6, I decided to ride the old bike. So I set the time for 75 minutes and took off, riding hard. This, after doing my push ups and sit ups and leg lifts. Studly, right?
I'm listening to the ipod, which I've rigged with velcro to the bike monitor, slick, and watching UFC with the sound down, two of my favorite fighters, Quinton "Rampage Jackson and Forrest Griffin. Suddenly, I get this little voice inside that said, "Hey! You set the bike for 75 minutes and you started at 6. Institute starts at 7."
I look at the ipod clock. It certainly is 7 pm. So soaked in sweat, I jump up, run upstairs, put on pants, a shirt, and flip flops and run out the door. I tear up the road hoping there are no cows on the asphalt and get there just as Doyle is putting his backup lights on. Nobody else bothered showing. All the people that expressed interest? None have shown yet. Typical human nature, I guess.
So Doyle and I had a rousing lesson. I'll tell you of the scripture chain I made for it. It was an eye opener for me. I knew this stuff, but to see it logically laid out is cool.
Anyway, then I came home, piddled around, watched tv, ate, slept for two hours and then came to work.
Did make it across the Wisconsin border before institute, though. Beloit, WI. Got caught in flooding as you can see by the picture. Remember: all these photos and maps I took off Google maps, thanks to the nice people who actually took the pictures. Total of 106 miles now toward Thunder Bay and the local goalball tournament. Can't wait.
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