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P.C...That's phonetically correct.

So today was my second ride in Boston, boy am I happy to be back to suicidal roundabouts and near death intersections. I missed them in Florida...not that the senior citizens in Naples didn't offer enough obstacles to keep me on their toes as they ignored stop signs and lights and drove half in the bike lane - when there was one...which was never. Excuse me, mister Cadillac boat-mobile I'm not sure if anyone informed you or not but in America we drive on the right side of the road. And if you hit me, I will come after you and beat you with your cane.
Anyway, so yesterday I went out with the cycling team and what I thought was going to be a super challenging ride turned into a almost 40 mile ride that lasted 4.5 hours - wahhh.
If that's not bad enough, I think I have to take Doctor Jones to the doctor (irony?) because something was wrong with him, and I'm not making this up! I KNOW spinning at 15 mph should be easier than that, especially when I was avg. 19 in Florida. I think I assembled him wrong after shipping him from Naples, my wheel is messed up or something or other or maybe my tires are flat...I pump them approximately once a month. Those are just a few possible excuses I came up with.
But I gave myself a huge pat on the back when I kept up with the lead pack (without dimpled wheels, bam.) during the county line sprints (basically what I got from the explanation is when you see a "Welcome to.." sign, you sprint...I just went when everyone else put their hands on their drop bars) New Goal: Be the first girl to win the sprint ;)
Aaanyway. They nearly crapped themselves when they realized a (God forbid) girl kept up with them, they said they'd spend extra time training this week to make sure that doesn't happen again but, guess what, so will I :)
This morning went a little better, it was cold and I didn't get back until 3:30 last night so I was a little tired and sore. But the Doctor was good; I miss my aero bars so I'll put those on again soon - I'm a Triathlete, not a cyclist. I do it in aero.
I only did 22 miles though, so obviously I went to the gym after and lifted. I think I'm getting man arms. Awesome. I asked for protein in my recovery shake and the guy behind me asked if I was "trying to beef up." Then after told me we should lift sometime
....if that's his pick up line he needs to work on it. Judging by the size of his biceps he could probably lift the equivalent of a pencil, and judging by his vocabulary, he wouldn't even know what to do with it if he could.

Right now I should be doing my phonetics homework, which is a robotic guy going down the list of 150 fourth grade vocabulary words and having me spell them out using the phonetic alphabet...here's one I just thought of:
SUICIDE. SUE-I-SUH-IDE.

Alright back to Clinical Phonetics Tape IA, Transcription List B.
This one is my favorite.

love love love,
me

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