Just lacking time. The Tour de France starts tomorrow, f'cryin' out loud. That means that all laundry, household maintenance, and general chores have to be done or forgotten about for the next three weeks. Movies we've been meaning to watch for months have been mercilessly erased from the DVR in order to make room for the taping of the Tour. Most exercise will be taken on the floor, directly in front of the television, and that's not a bad thing -- July is traditionally my best month for abs.
I had set a goal of biking every day in July, a goal that a very very sore throat already thwarted for the first day of the month, and we'll see how realistic it is for the rest of the time. The Tour is inspiring, and yet watching it takes up time that could be spent biking -- one of life's little paradoxes.
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