Rise at 6:15. I biked ~22 miles today.
Pre-breakfast
1/2 banana
Emergen-c
2 shots espresso
Breakfast
Wheaty bagel
1 egg & hot sauce
Lunch
Sesame crackers
A small amount of a Wedge deli salad w/wheatberries and white beans
Baba ganouj & carrot
Later
Pear
soybutter
tea
Dinner
Rice noodle soup
More baba ganouj
Spinach & cucumber salad w/shitake dressing
yogurt & granola
Sunday Feb. 25th.
I woke up too early…around 7:30. I indoor-biked at a frickin high intensity for about an hour.
Breakfast
Uber-wheat bagel
1 egg
2 shots espresso with milk
Lunch
1 apple
veggie burger sandwich w/mustard and spinach
handful of sesame cracker things
More coffee with milk
Dinner
Rice noodle soup with tofu and vegetables
babaganoush & 1/2 carrot
Yogurt with homemade granola
This day was the FHR. I got up at about 7.
Breakfast:
3 pieces of toast
- one with peanut butter
- one with marmelade
- one with a fried egg
coffee
waiting for the ferry to Bainbridge Island:
orange juice and vodka
post-race food:
meaty chili
kiwi
banana
coffee (w/ whiskey)
bread
back on the mainland at the Owl & Thistle:
fish & chips
beer
after riding home:
shrimp-flavored noodles
fried together and then added to the noodles
- onions
- green beans
- asparagus
emergen-C & licorice kombucha
a slice of pizza
ice cream & coconut sorbet w/ blueberry syrup
When I get to the end of one of these I always feel like there must have been other stuff I ate and forgot about.
This spam poem seem to be generated from this page.
Dim, and die tonight
in the dread circle hemmed by glaciers.
Comes up with as a means to its own end
a dismal, endless plain where lamps are lit.
These, too, Escapees from the cold work of living,
By what it seems to have moved toward.
In any My soul lies cracked;
and when, in its despair, Where, as I discover as I go through
That this mud draws on the stone.
To the Pole Again
awaken from your being gone
to find.
Grow hot in the parking lot,
though they’re Toward . . .
That seems to be the whispered question.
Snow haze gleams like sand.
And then I go on until I am beneath an archway.
This third day of our January thaw,
into early blooming.
Then, the inevitable blizzard
and turn it into something cartoon-funny.