Just got back from a weekend in San Diego. Had two great dinners at Croce’s and Bluepoint Coastal in the Gas Lamp Quarter, and played a round of golf at Salt Creek Golf Club. We also discovered a nice little wine bar in Old Town, called the Wine Cabana, where we tasted some wines we hadn’t tried before.
It was a relaxing weekend, and with the exception of a very disappointing golf game on Saturday, it was good to get away. Still, as I was driving home today, I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact, I hadn’t ridden my bike on Saturday or Sunday.
I did ride Friday, before heading to San Diego, and I did manage to get a run in on the treadmill at the hotel, but that didn’t help the fact, I missed the Saturday ride. Saturday is the ride that gets my competitive juices flowing, and when I miss a Saturday ride, I feel as though I missed something important.
Now missing a Sunday ride isn’t a big deal, because I can always go for a ride on Monday (typically a rest day), but tomorrow, I have to fly to Dallas for 3 days on business, so I’m going to miss another 3 days of riding.
And on top of all that, CAN YOU BELIEVE THE ENDING OF SOPRANO’S?
I just hope I don’t start going through withdrawal pains on a couple of fronts!
I hated the ending of the Soprano’s, but, I like to think that they are setting up for a movie or something.