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I'm not working out as hard as I like. I think I'm burnig out and my body is crying "uncle."

Do other people have insecurities about the stuff they create? I was a little bored so I re-read some of my archived blogs, they're not very good.

Mind you, my writing hasn't really improved, I guess the lack of any good material has made this page rather blah.

....oh well. posted by losir at 3:56 PM

Haven't had a chance to write much, more later.

....quick and easy. posted by losir at 1:20 PM

"A rose by any other name is just as sweet"; so goes the saying. Right now, I want to kill all plants, every single last one. I don't care if I'm not allergic to them. Why discriminate?

Last night almost killed me. You know organ donor cards? I was about to sign: "I hereby condone to the lending of my eyes in the months of August and September." These dang blasted little pollen flecks are about to drive me to gouge out my eyes! AAAaaarrrrggggggg!

These allergies are really killing me, and I'm not being dramatic. My eyes and the roof of my mouth itched so much, I couldn't sleep. It was so bad at one point, I took a mechanical pencil and began to use it to scratch my mouth. I'm not kidding, I was in agony.

I took a Claritin before sleeping, which touted 12 hours of relieve. Maybe in dog hours. Because by 4am, I was really hurting. I took another one, which made it slightly better, until I woke up - totally dry mouthed, mind you. But at least I didn't ache or itch.

But now, it's 2:30 pm, just took another allergy pill, and it's NOT helping. Not at all. I even did my eye drops, and they're still puffy, red, and itchy as poison ivy or crotch rot.

....stick a fork in me, I'm done. posted by losir at 2:25 PM

I've ridden with this group of guys before. Not as often as I'd like, mind you. But top guys, all of them. Their website has an excellent tribute to Finn. R.I.P. bro.

.... posted by losir at 10:46 AM

My stomach is killing me. Which is a good thing.

Three of my friends and I (a total of 4 people), have a small little competition going. Everyone antes up twenty-five smackeroos, and in four months time, the guy with the best abs brings home the pot. That's a nice little $75 profit for sit ups. Adding to me and this one other guy, who's got another $25 on the table, that's a total of $100. I can do crunches to that, baby!

It's not a bet. It's motivation to finally trim that last bit of spare tire off my sides. I want washboard abs in four months, and I'm willing to spend two hours in the gym to run, crunch, and squeeze my way into the record books.

....it's not the cash. Pride, man, pride. posted by losir at 10:39 AM

I didn't know you, but we had mutual friends.

I now wish that I had met up with you during the time you were here, alas like most things unfortunate, dwelling on what might have been is probably not the most constructive thing one could do. On second thought, maybe it was better that I didn't know you personally, because that would even be more devastating.

We choose the way we live because life is supposed to be fun. But when times such as these occur, we stop and ponder, "Is it really necessary to risk it all just to live in the moment?"

I guess what I'm trying to say is, we all accept our love of the sport and know it is inherently dangerous. If you've never come close to dying, how do you know you've lived? I'm at a lost for words, and my mind is too jumbled to write much more.

Life is short my friend, and yours ended way too soon. My condolences to your family and especially your friends. The void in their hearts must be a million times wider than mine.

So no words of wisdom, no moral of the story, no lectures, no goodbyes.

Rest In Peace, Finn. See you on the track in Heaven.

....save me a spot on the starting grid.

posted by losir at 11:46 AM