In which I commit my first murder

Posted on by lindsay
Something terrible happened last night. I am going to tell you this story and, although it is tragic, there will be humor involved. Because while it was terrible and sad, it was also kind of insane. Once I stopped crying and came to grips with everything, I had to acknowledge that the situation was batshit crazy. When I went out to do intervals on the W&OD Trail last night, it was cold, dark, and raining. I started the intervals and, halfway through the second one, a rabbit darted out of nowhere into the middle of the trail. He appeared so suddenly that I never had a chance to brake. There was just enough time to think HOLYSHITRABBIT! and then he thumped hard under my wheels. I have never killed an animal. Not with my car, not with my bike, not ever. I've had close calls, but never any fatalities. I love animals and ...continue reading.

A Musing

Posted on by lindsay
I am eating a bowl of melted cheese held together by pasta. This is two days after I decided to focus on getting more lean and one day after I decided to eliminate starch from my diet. Clearly, both are going well. My phone just alerted me that I am due in another meeting in 15 minutes, the third one of the day. Two meetings ago, I left abruptly at the beginning to get a cup of coffee from the kitchen. I don't drink straight coffee (devout latte addict here), but I needed something to cut through the fog in my head. This coffee was so strong I think somebody forgot to use a filter. I could have used it to burn through sheet metal. That was less than two hours ago and now I'm thinking of going back for more. Today in a nutshell. Things are strange right now. ...continue reading.

Reunited!

Posted on by lindsay
Remember that time I talked about my crazy idea to get another M Coupe? I spent all of December obsessing about the car. If you were around me for more than five minutes and seemed unlikely to openly laugh in my face, I almost certainly mentioned this car. How the M Coupes are rare (only 1800 in the US!) and beautiful and fast and superbly engineered and blah blah blah. How I regretted selling mine even if it was probably the wise choice. How I could rationalize buying another one. Long story short (although probably still not short enough for the people around me), I spent the past six weeks working with the same dealership where I got my last one about buying the one they had in stock. They wanted more than I was willing to pay, their initial counteroffer was still way too high, but their second counteroffer ...continue reading.

All Smiles!

Posted on by lindsay
Reasons I Am Delighted By Life: 1. Colavita. For the win! Like a boss! 2. M Coupe. This car is the shit. I've never really understood that expression, but that doesn't stop me from using it. I recently learned a new term: contronym. This term is used to refer to "words that, by some freak of language evolution, are their own antonyms." I think 'the shit' qualifies and thus that elevates it from common slang to linguistic art. 3. Sausage. One of my new team sponsors happens to be the maker of the chicken apple sausage I have eaten every day for the past eight months. I don't know about fate, but I do know about sausage. Reasons I Just Poured A Very Reasonable Serving Of 12-Year Old Irish Whiskey: 1. Work. I love my job and my company, but I have a lot of concurrent projects at the moment and ...continue reading.

Silver Lining

Posted on by lindsay
I've sat down to write this update post several times over the last two weeks. At first, it started as a positive, Christmas-themed piece. That didn't work out so well, because even Santa Claus would have barfed at my overly enthusiastic attempt to find good in this situation. Then I tried to own the fact that I'm constantly sour, short-tempered, and wincing in pain, and that piece should have been titled "STFU and HTFU." I am all over the place here. It has been almost three weeks since this injury, and I have spent that time vacillating wildly between optimistic! and IHATEEVERYTHING. When I got home from the hospital, I got on the trainer that night and spun at 35 watts for an hour. It was feeble and awkward, but I did it and was happy to have only missed one day of riding. It didn't seem to make my ...continue reading.

This light at the end of the tunnel may or may not be an oncoming train

Posted on by lindsay
I'm afraid of roaches. Terrified, actually. Occasionally I see tiny ones in my condo and that, more than the shoddy construction work or my criminally-active neighbors, is what I dislike most about my home. My nightmares feature roaches at least every other week. I'm afraid of gaining weight. When I eat a cupcake, I hate myself for it and vow to work out extra hard the next day as penance. I do, but then I also eat another cupcake, and that is why I am great at training. I'm afraid of small spaces. The idea of being buried alive is crippling. When I went to get my MRI yesterday, the technician asked if I was claustrophobic. The answer is yes, but I was too high, cranky, and impatient to get it done, so I lied. When she slid me all the way into the narrow tube, I panicked silently under ...continue reading.