10/06/2002 Entry: "angry johnny body"

Currently my body is not happy with me. It's being all whiny and bitchy and all like, bitch, give me salt and sugar! It apparently doesn't like being dangeriously low on electrolites. See, today Mark and did some explorative road riding for our Ragbrai training. Which pretty much means we picked a direction and went, hoping we'd find a place to fill up our water bottles and get some food. We didn't find such a place until we had already road almost 30miles, and it had no food. See, we had a general idea where such places were, but the road signs lied to us and we got screwed. The problem with this is that I go through a bottle of water every 10 miles or so, and I have two bottles on my bike. This means I had to make that last bottle stretch 20 miles. PLUS, I was out of powered gatorade, which means I don't get my electrolites back. Also, the human body needs a food-like fuel every 30-40 miles or so or it will stop bitching at you as well. 2-3 Bananas and a peach work pretty well, but we had NOTHING. So, yes, the ride sucked. It sucked ass. We kept up a pretty good pace considering the headwind and finished it out at 50ish miles, but damn, it sucked.

So anyway, being out of gatorade I haven't been able to replace my electrolites yet. I had shitloads of spaghetti for dinner, but that's not too high in salt. Currently I am eating an apple and hoping it works. My skin was so salty my eyes felt glued open and my skin tasted like a potato chip. It burned my eyes to shower because the salt was so thick in the water on my face. I think I'm going to really feel it when I wake up tomorrow.

hmm... anyway, I'm sure you butt munches thought that was boring, but it was what was on my mind. Uh.. last weekend = bad-ass. Sturgis Falls ruled, I got to yell at vilsack for cutting school funding and raising tuition, I laughed at Katy for being in 4-H, (I don't really even know what 4-H is, btw) I saw bad-ass dixyland and a fat black chick with tons of soul shaking her money maker, Ozzie fought dirty and gave me deep wounds on both hands with her nails that have been leaking puss since, Westy and I did $330 some dollars in repairs to my truck for the cost of the parts (about $30), I saw my nephew and chilled with mi familia, uhm... FUCK, I found out John is coming home. John is my best friend from highschool and pretty much responsible for how I developed into what I am now. That is going to rule.

Oh yea, and I'm going to Chicago tomorrow to watch them blow up shit. Yay.