Reality, what a concept...

On the way home from another 10 hour work day, I realized what my problem was: P.T.S.D., or Post Tremendous Stress Syndrome. That feeling you have right after a really great adventure when the routine of daily life starts to creep back in and crowd out all those great memories.

I think I need a long day on the bike. Anyone want to meet up, say around West Virginia, for a little "hill" work?

Lest you get the wrong idea, I really love my job as a carpenter. The stress comes from buying my first home (the closing is this Friday). Yes, the irony of this is not lost on me.

At any moment, I can close my eyes (preferably not while driving!) and return to a favorite stretch of road from the trip. I feel the wind on my face, the sun on my arms and the burn in my legs. Hey, wait a minute, this whole "being done with the bike ride" might not be so bad after all. Except for losing these killer tan lines...

I miss ya'll...

Chris