Yep, there it is. My first pro number was 54. And that's how old I am. Seems a little fishy to me. Every year, they just keep adding a number. Is that ok? Should that be a thing? I'm going to look into it.
Just like every year, my family makes me feel like a superstar. My in-laws brought us lunch at work and some tasty snacks. Hanna had some sinful treats delivered via some exotic courier dude. Then Deanna and Eli presented me with even more snacks and these awesome pop-up cards. I just love pop-up cards.
This morning, I was lucky enough to break free from work and the pressing obligations of the day and do a really cool ride on the gravel roads around Steelville. Honestly, the ride kicked my ass but I've been unable to ride much so I took my beating like a stud.
And because he really wanted to go, I took Eli to the Eureka MTB Park after I got home from the gravel ride. Oh, trust me...I was so creaky and my now-54-year-old body really, really wanted to lay down. But I can't really tell the dude no. It was fun, and he finally got to use his GoPro camera.
There are worse things that can happen to a middle-aged dude. I may be old, but I'm living a pretty good life. Never grow up. Never grow old. Onward and upward.
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