My softball team won last night 20-3. That was a nail biter. The opposing team was filled with guys who were all at least 50 el-bees overweight, with one exception, the poney-tailed stick who looked like he should be teaching a junior high art class, not playing any sport. Their outfielders couldn't run, and their infielders couldn't bend over, which ruled out things like, oh, fielding. So scoring runs wasn't that difficult.
In the spirit of all my new motivations, I biked there (see below). It wasn't a bad ride to get there, but the ride back kind of sucked. Possibly because it's hilly, and the way back is mostly going up. Also, I ran 10k in the morning. When I got home and crashed on the couch, the strangest thing happened: both my legs turned to me and said, "What the fuck, dude?". So I'm giving them the day off. They're downtown at The Local while the rest of me struggles through a Friday at work. Today, the bike is staying in the garage and the running shoes on the hardwood floor.
Commute to softball at Aquila fields:
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