Kike Gavilan’s Egotrip

Gracias a los comentarios de Gabo esto pasa de ser un monólogo a ser un biólogo

Well, this morning I felt Ok so I went to by group ride. As of now, I’m glad I did. It’s was a beautiful day out and the ride was very nice. I’m also starting to know some people so it is also getting better socially. I’m actually going to pay the annual fee now that I know the group works for me.

As for my sickness, I feel Ok right now. When you are getting better, most of the time it helps me to exercise. Sometimes it’s counterproductive. Let’s see what happens. Some people with more self control (like Gabo) can actually take it easy and fully recover instead of gambling. But you know….

My Bike is all emo

The other thing that happened today is that my bike, Cleta, heard me say that I’m thinking about upgrading, and as soon as she heard that she started squeaking. Badly. I think she got all emotional and the bottom bracket got all whiney. So I’ll have to give her attention in the next few days (and take her to the shop) to stop the noise. Sorry, Cleta.

Or I should just say it’s depressing. When you are training for an event and have to stop due to injury or sickness. Today I was supposed to run 10 miles, as part of my training for the Carlsbad Half Marathon on January the 20th. And as I was driving to the run I started feeling sick. It’s like a light fever, a mild cold or throat infection. So nothing major, but, like I said, it depresses me.

At least sickness is not as bad as injury. When you are injured you just don’t know when you’ll be back. When you are sick you kind of know.

Let’s see if I can run a 5-miler tomorrow or at least 3 miles. I guess I still have some time to increase my mileage before the event. 

Dicen que los catalanes son medio escatológicos. Después de escuchar algunas canciones para niños, se me hace que sí….Y luego la tradición de que cague el tió (no se con que acento va). A Diego le cagó el tió su bicicleta el año pasado y este año ya le cagó un par de libros y un cochecito.

Yo creo que Diego heredó el gen escatológico. Van dos ejemplos.

El otro dia manejando dijo una palabra inventada, muy larga, y yo le conteste “supercalifragilisticoespiralidoso” así que obviamente me preguntó qué era eso. Le dije que era un trabalenguas y me contestó: “Ay papi, no inventes trabalenguas. Mejor inventa un trabapedos”

Y hace unas semanas, en el baño de un restaurant haciendo popó –ah porque siempre le da por hacer popó en los restaurantes por supuesto- me dice: “sabias que la letra “i” te ayuda a hacer popó?” Cunado le pregunté porque me dice “porque cuando quieres que salga el popó dices “iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii” y empujas fuerte.”

Así que ya saben…………