I think I might be a blog-aholic, which is unfortunate because I still hate that word...

Guys, I can't stop blogging. I don't care that we are finished with the official spirit animal spandex tour. Our bikes haven't arrived from southern California yet but we still have our absurd tan lines, American Gladiator-esque quadricep muscles, and day glow Lycra we can flaunt around Seattle, right? That seems like a reasonable way to keep the party going... right guys? Do I need to see somebody about this? Is anybody out there?
Amanda and I just got back from running around Greenlake in an attempt to maintain our sculpted legs and to my dismay, my knees are now in excruciating pain. They feel extremely disappointed in me, or maybe I am extremely disappointed in them, but regardless, they hurt. I need to ride my bike. I hate to think where MyPony is now; her limbs pulled apart, cold, alone in a box on a truck somewhere packed next to other "odd size" packages, or worse still, a mountain bike. MyPony is NOT odd size. She is perfect and I miss her. I think I might throw her a Welcome Back party upon her arrival, complete with a visit from my padded spandex ass and maybe some new handlebar streamers. If you would like to send her a gift, let me know and we can make proper arrangements and don't tell anyone because I don't want her to find out about the party...

Anyway, I am up for parading around Seattle in spandex if you are up to reading about it. Let us know.