Stinky cria spit.
The cria at the hospital drools excessively. It reeks of something familiarly disgusting.Autumn is coming! Aren't you excited? I wasn't expecting to be, but I am. However, it seems strange to think that October is just around the corner. An entire year has gone by and it feels like just last month, I was flying down to Florida and experiencing the horror...
Let's not talk about that.
Cool weather is on its way, which means my self-consciousness gets to wane for several months, always a relief. I'm not well suited for warm weather wear. Sleeveless? No, thanks. Shorts? Maybe in another life. And then there's the sweating. That new phenomenon is one I am quickly growing tired of; I liked it better when my face got red.
I'm nervous about riding. But that's okay. What was it that Savoie said? If you're nervous, that's good, because it's your body and mind telling you that you're ready to push yourself to the next level. I do wish I'd been able to ride this summer, though. It would have helped me so much. Life is so frustrating. Why does the person next to me have it so much easier? Sure, sure, blah, blah, we all have our own battles. I don't see a battle in the person with the perfect weight, a secure amount of money, and manageable debt. Screw that. Just doesn't make sense, sometimes.
Kinda makes me cranky.