Get Behind the Mule

So a couple of months have passed by and it feels like a lifetime given all the shit I've dealt with in that time. Certainly plenty of hard things for me to deal that the old Jim would just kick it down the road by getting smashed rather than face problems. Although I have dreamed of drinking beers in the hot sun, smoking weed and taking whatever recreational drugs I can get my hands on it hasn't happened. When I had those dreams I feel relieved that I wake up stone cold sober and it didn't happen. I've point blank refused any alcohol across multiple drinking opportunities and started turning the cog on the bike semi regular like in between work stints.

Basically, I monitor quite a lot of data channels including power, heart rate, cadence, weight, calories etc. Again everything doesn't go perfect as technology or whatever fails me from time to time.  I am a bit like an old woman when it comes to power to weight and despite some hard work across the board in training and disciplined diet nothing was doing. It just hovers around 88kg for about 7 weeks. Then I had to move house (afuckengain) and maybe busted my arse and it suddenly went back to around 85. Funny I used to take it for granted and even 82 when fully tuned peaking as a cyclist. Anyway at 85 still not any quicker climbing although I should be but then I'm old cranky fucker these days searching for a loophole in defeating age related afflictions. However time waits for no man and maybe on some level the ravages I missed me but the dentist still fucken loves me after all this time. But hey what's the price of world class smile as long as you have the chops to punish the weak afterall.

So I kept my word and turned shit around and looking and feeling good on the bike again. Now I continue the process development and delivery of a new level of self awareness as a rider. Thanks to my love of cycling and support from special people in my life for getting me to a better place where I am great and powerful. Nothing Else Matters: