Just Because

Moveitfred doesn't know what to post to quell the fury of Al, so he'll post this:



A few observations:

1) Contestant #1 in the foreground seems to need a pearl necklace adjustment.
2) Contestant #2 is giving the ol' fake "let me pretend I'm sipping this malt beverage like a good girl." Moveitfred ain't buying it. She's as kinky as her hair.
3) Contestant #3: pound, baby, pound 'til your eyes cross!
4) Moveitfred is intrigued by the dimpled frosty mug design and wonders if, like a golf ball, this aero treatment helps move the mug more efficiently from tabletop to lips.

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Al Reveals His Deepest Fears



Well, I'm coming along...slowly. I've been stretching, spinning, swimming, massaging, resting, icing, compressing, elevating, load bearing, and fucking grumbling...a lot. I'm improving, but, as I say, it is slow.

I'd love to get out for a long run. And I want to crank out a real road ride. I'm so gay from all this low res trainer shit that I'm thinking of getting a gel seat...and sissy bars with tassles...in pink.

Anyway, just thought I'd update you as the other two fags are incommunicado. Heywood may be dead, in fact. I can't remember the last time we got one of his riveting posts. ("Ma says the cows may have brucellosis. Susie says the Plymouth threw a rod. Johnny says he and Pa have to mend the fences out in the pasture. They're planning on growing alfalfa next year...")

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The boys, "Doing It Wrong!"

"Take a look over head," Fred (Nostalgic-AL)

Fred don't know diddly. Al's got radioactive blood, yo.

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Wherein Al describes his misery.


Well, loyal readers, Al is unhappy. I am missing a tri this weekend due to this injury. There is one more in early October that I was hoping to make a miraculous comeback for, but instead I feel like a fat, stupid, bleach blonde, trailer-trash, bitch who can't dance and sure as shit can't sing.



Rehab has been slow and painful. I have been biking with little or no resistance on the trainer, swimming, and doing some stretching/light load bearing exercises religiously for the last 2-3 weeks. Today, I tried to walk on the treadmill at a faster than normal pace. I also tried run/trotting a little. I made it about 1/4 mile when I felt the calf tighten up. I immediately stopped and switched to the trainer. FUCK!!!!!

This is a slow business. I must remind myself that I've come back from worse, that I can't rush this, that eventually all will be well.

One positive note has been this stick massager I got. Really gets a deep tissue rub going. I like it! (And no, heywood and Fred, you can't borrow mine.) No worries, folks, I'll hang in there. Just wishing this would hurry up and heal.

Al Will Never Fuck Anybody Like A Bitch, Yo