I have decided to return to MyFitnessGoal.org to continue the story of my training and development as a focused, well-rounded athlete. Since the crash and my subsequent internment to the sofa, I have languished a bit in my fitness. Although I have definitely lost much of the edge of last summer, I believe the strong base of fitness is just a few inches under the surface, and I need only to strip away a few layers of dust and procrastination to unleash the beast, so to speak.

Road kill rarely smells, even skunks, although it’s best to avoid the juicier specimens.

You may not like the concept of pooping in the woods, but it is preferable to in the chamois.

Dogs hate bicycles. Little dogs really hate bicycles. Big dogs only mistrust bicycles. Medium size dogs combine a hatred of bicycles with the speed and desire to catch one.

If given a choice between the ditch and a semi, choose the ditch.

The white line is not just for decoration.

I am feeling immensely better, a little better every day actually, but there is definitely some stiffness, a little pain, and a good amount of atrophy. At this rate my left arm is going to be about the size of a bread stick by the time I'm ready to start training again. I'm going to need to find a round pool, since by the time I get in there I'll probably be swimming a constant circle to the left.