American River Bike Trail Sitings

Today around 10:30 AM I was heading south on bike trail just above Rossmoor entrance, coming around a curve and looked over to my right. An old Russian woman, could have been in her 60’s, wearing a scarf and a dress was standing in the grass about 20 feet from the trail, pulling up her underwear as if she just finished taking a leak and glanced around to see if anyone was looking. Duh! Of course people are going to see you lady. Can’t you at least go behind of tree? I mean, geez Louise! What the hell is going on with these old Russian women? Is life that primitive in the mother Russia? If anyone has a clue, please post a comment.

American River Bike Trail Sitings

Not sure which day this was but I was riding my bike to work. It was kind of cool and rainy so I pretty much had the whole bike trail to myself. I was heading south, just south of Sunrise Blvd, going around the bend into the rain forest after the first small meadow and lo and behold, standing off to the side of trail in the rain was a man in a bright orange poncho puffing on a cigar. Very strange. The next morning another sighting, this time a lot more inspiring. I was just slightly north of Hagan Park, again riding south and coming up fast in the other direction was a man on a modified recumbent bike. As he drew closer, I could see that he was pedaling with his arms and as he whizzed by I couldn’t help but notice that he had no legs. Using sheer arm power, he was flying by at what looked like close to 20 mph. I can’t get up to that speed even if I tried.

40 year old Virgin

Brittany, Jess and I had a good laugh when Brittany said I looked like the 40 year old virgin. Hey, I am not a virgin. Okay, I am over 40, I like to drink chocolate milk and ride my bike to work but that is just a coincidence!  Honestly. Now I really have to see that movie.

Walking on Gold Country Blvd

A couple of days ago was my Taichi class. This particular day I was late again due to starting dinner late and not leaving the house until after 7 PM. It is at least a 15 minute drive to Folsom Lake College from Gold River and by the time I was on Bidwell heading north, it was already 7:25 PM which was really too late. I decided to just bypass the class and head straight to the gym up the road. I got to the parking lot and realized in my haste that I had forgotten my gym bag. Well, I can’t do any kind of workout without workout clothes so I headed over to Winco to buy some water and while meandering through the aisles at the supermarket, I devised a plan B. The plan was to drink an energy drink and then just do my own workout by walking back and forth along Gold Country Blvd. Yea, that’s a good one. Then I looked at the energy drinks near the cashier at the store and remembered how the last one I had didn’t taste that good and revised my plan. I wheeled the cart out to the car and as I was loading the water bottles into the car, I looked up and saw an old woman, could have been an old Russian woman, holding onto the bar of a cart return while slowly walking back and forth, all the while staring at me. Didn’t really know what to make of it. Jesse said the next day that maybe she was lost and had Alzheimer’s. Oh shit! Maybe I should have called the police. I’m sure that if that was the case, somebody should have noticed.Okay, back to the revised plan. I quickly got into the car, revved up the engine and made a beeline back to the freeway. Exited Sunrise, up to Bel-Air shopping center and into Starbucks for a grande nonfat latte. Is that how I am supposed to say it? I remember seeing a brochure once at Starbucks that instructs the customer on how to place an order. Got my coffee, sat down and tried to chug it down as fast as possible. Pretty hard to chug coffee, though no matter how hard I tried it wasn’t about to let me gulp so I sipped like a civilized person should sip. Not much to see here. Just a couple of college girls doing homework, a man in a green beret tinkering on his laptop and an overweight middle-aged man with his overweight 10 year old kid. Okay done. Now time to get moving.Leaving my car in the parking lot, I just took off down Gold Country Blvd. The walk from Sunrise to Hazel is just about 3 miles so I had quite a hike ahead of me. The park and school are located just around the halfway point so I stopped off to do some pullups and pushups. That felt good, especially with the surge of caffeine in my system, I pumped out 3 sets in record time. Even had time for a Yang 24 form Taichi set.After walking all the way to the entrance to the Nimbus hatchery it was time to turn around. Hmm, 3 miles there and 3 miles back. This was the day that I had parked my car at the Sunrise light rail and did my 3 mile walk to work and back so my legs had already been getting a lot of exercise. By the time I passed the park again, my legs were starting to get sore and tired. By the time I arrived back at the car at around 10 PM, the parking lot was nearly empty. I plopped into my seat. Oh did that feel good to sit down! Caffeine or no caffeine, I was ready to call it a day.

Toilet Nightmare

Recently I changed out the 2 toilets at our home so I don’t know if this has anything to do with this dream or not. Anyways, in the dream we had just purchased a new fixer-upper home and I had to take a crap. I went in the bathroom, sat down and all I can remember is flushing the toilet while I was sitting down. Boy was that a mistake@! The toilet suddenly tilted forward and with a big shove, launched me in the air clear across to the other side of the bathroom. I flipped over, landing on the ground, dazed and of course surprised. I also remember turning to look at the toilet and then seeing it slowly return to its original position. I thought it would end there but the damn thing had to present a final encore. Dark blue water the color of tidy bowl cleaner rose quickly to the top and it began to overflow. I jumped up, ran out and bumped into wifey and said, "I think I need to replace this toilet."