This is the second week of a cold. I hate being just sick enough to go to work but too sick to do anything else. This weekend I decided to either dig my grave or suffer. Saturday involved working in the a.m. and dirt biking in the p.m. with Fish (and guest appearances by John and Jessica). Fish had wanted a Tour de Parks, but we pulled the plug after 3.5 hours. He is gearing up for Burning; watch out old men there’s a new Fish in town. The abbreviated Tour de Parks was welcome because Chula and I moseyed to the Roots and Blues Festival and were shocked by the transformation of downtown CoMo. I truly wish I would have remembered the camera because the lid was definitely off the freak jar. The highlight of the festival was riding home on the trail as Chula dropped me while we looked at the stars and enjoyed the crisp fall evening. 
Sunday crept up, and my head still felt like it was crammed in a honey jar. I bounced around on gravel roads with BH, Fish and SB Anthony, just back from secret training. Since my workplace does not give a refund if you are sick on the weekends, I figured I better start making the best of them regardless how I feel.
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i did not know that there were hockey moms in Columbia, i thought they were only in Jeff City.
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