DQ?

No, I wish it stood for disqualified. Last night our local church youth group had decided that a Father/Son night out to attend the Lethbridge Hurricanes hockey game was in order. I had forgotten about it, so hadn't actually gotten food for the kids yet. That meant that we had to eat at the hockey game. I guess I wouldn't have minded the calories so much if it would at least have tasted good. It didn't.

Afterwards the plan was to go to DQ - I didn't know that. So, off we went to Dairy Queen. By the time the night was over I was more than just a couple of calories over my allotment for the day. That means more pain this morning.

So, I hit the computrainer this morning - and for some reason my legs were really feeling dead. Half way through the work-out I was really thinking of just calling it a morning. Then the image of Kitty popped into my head. Suddenly the little silver guy in front of my was wearing a Club Hypoxia jersey and needed to be reeled in. Just like at Reunion, ol' Kitty/silver dude took off without warning first chance he got - then I had to chase him down. Unlike at Reunion, I have ol silver dude set so that it's impossible to drop him - so I blew by Kitty/Silver dude, and then watched him jam and catch up.

Which reminds me, tonight Bartman came over to ride the computrainer for a bit - I set him up on the Madeira World Championships course - it's tough. At one point, on one climb, the silver dude had dropped way back and Bartman had a 47 bike length lead on him. Then ol' Silver Dude kicked it in, on a 10.5% grade he accelerated up to 30+km/hr and blew by Bartman. Was great to sit and watch Rocky II while Bartman suffered like that beside me... LOL! Afterwards he thanked me and I told him anytime he wanted to suffer a little, just let me know, I'd be happy to help him out! You know me, always happy to help someone else suffer a little!

Here that Kitty? I'm really VERY willing to help you suffer a little.