Ouch. The local anesthetic wore off at about 3 AM this morning and it was a night of 45 minute wake-up calls from the pain in my busted gut. Then I tried to get up and move around this morning and that was a real bad idea. Thus, I've determined that if I don't move there's no pain, so bed rest it is for now.
However, with the Winfield Criteriums this weekend there's work to be done so I sort of feel a bit "godfatherish". Here I am, laying in my doctor prescribed bike shorts and a de-go-tee with the laptop and a couple of phones next to me... and then the occasional visitor stops by and sits bedside while I dish out some instructions on "what's gotta be done".
Leave the race flyers, take the canoles.
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