Moar bikes

Two words. Bike race. Double race weekend coming up.  I’ve been back in the grove with better training, and my head is less foggy.  Working on pushing away all the stupid shit going on around me.  Less moping about the boy, MORE BIKE RACING. My legs feel pretty ok.  If I can stay out of…

A picture is worth a thousand words…

I’ve been looking so long at these pictures of you That I almost believe that they’re real I’ve been living so long with my pictures of you That I almost believe that the pictures are All I can feel Remembering You standing quiet in the rain As I ran to your heart to be near…

Saturday.

If I put my hands around your wrists, would you fight them? If I put my fingers in your mouth, would you bite them? So many things that I would do if I had my way with you I can keep secrets that I know that you want me. You could dig your nails into…

Day After Christmas Sale

I feel like I’ve been racing in a circle for the last year.  It’s just like NASCAR, but no one ever wins.  Maybe this time I will stick to my guns and stand up for myself.  No matter how badly I want it to work, I have to realize that it probably won’t.  I think…

You must think I’m a fucking idiot.

Christmas “Brake”

The smell of wrapping paper fills the air.  The Christmas tree shines in the moonlight.  The echo of laughter can be heard throughout the house, as family joins together to celebrate whatever it is they define as Christmas.  For some, this is the typical holiday scenario.  There’s another side to this scenario, though, and many…

I traced each word with my finger, taking a moment to relish in the warmth of conversation.  It had been too long.  My rational thought began to fade, and the excitement of forward movement overwhelmed me.  I felt like a child trying to sneak a cookie from the cookie jar, without being caught.  It seemed too…

NCCX Hendersonville 5K

I got out of my car on Saturday and immediately noticed the song playing on the PA…”Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now”.  I chuckled at the thought of Stephen Morrissey’s voice billowing across the course.  And then it continued.  New Order.  The Cure.  Depeche Mode.  Joy Division.  I thought to myself, “Boy, someone sure knows where…

  I’ve been dragging this weight behind me for months.  I thought I was tougher than this, but as it turns out…I’m not.  Sometimes you have to burn a bridge so you are forced to move forward, never looking back.  I let go of the rope, lit the match, and watched the bridge burn to…