Thick cycling thighs under shorts and skirts. There isn't much use in fighting them now. Sunshine is recharging my batteries. Sleep with all the windows open. Sweat it out. Just when you think you're surrounded by your circle of friends you're back to square one. Lost in the triangle of my brain, heart, and mouth. I was weaving through traffic on Michigan today, free and focused. You don't think about how close you come to getting hit until you're sitting at home at night. Tempted to pick up the phone and give in to the drunken suggestions but I know that it's not what I really want and I have settled enough. I'll buy a twin before I let a beggar sleep in the queen. I feel like my expiration date is closing in.

Straighten my back and pedal harder.