I like my bike, but not as much as I like Phil Harris
Until shortly after 9 p.m. last night, I totally intended to blog about my first bike ride of 2008. I say that with some embarrassment because it was a mere two summers ago that I trained for and successfully completed a century (100-miler for your non-pedalers out there). And, I’ve been on my bike a total of three times since. Yikes. But, it felt good to be back out there last night, even though the Harrisburg Bike Club blew past me, and Jeff said I coasted too much. I was so grateful to be able to easily clip in and out of pedals and shift smoothly. Two skills I thought might be lost during the hiatus!
Anyhow, did you watch The Deadliest Catch last night? Pins and needles my friends. Phil Harris, captain of the Cornelia Marie, chainsmoker, and caffeine addict, took a nasty tumble when hurricance force winds and waves battered the boat. He thought he cracked a few ribs. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he was soon coughing up blood. In the middle of the Bering Sea! Not good. Not good at all. Finally, he agreed to head to St. Paul Island for medical attention. The show ended with no resolution, no sense of whether he was going to be alright or not. It just ended with one very concerned Lorow fretting to her husband about her “friend” Phil and wondering how she can stand to wait seven days to know his fate. (Yes, I might be too attached to these guys. Except Keith. I don’t like Keith at all. He’s mean.) I know Phil lives and all, but what if he isn’t on the show next year? I can barely stand the thought.
You know what else I can barely stand the thought of? My girls — Allyson, Natalie, and Emma — leaving once again for another vacation. It has been a solid four weeks since I have had quality time with these girls, and I absolutely hunger for their cute faces. Thankfully Allyson agreed to meet me tomorrow and ease my suffering.
Finally, one good thing about today that I must mention: My cute twin Becky is back!