I wore my Hawaiian shirts exclusively until I learned that it inspired my employer to order uniform shirts for me so I'd quit hurting his eyes. My Alohas all had collars, and they are some of the most expensive shirts I own, but where there are social limits, I seem prone to find them by exceeding them.
So even on a 'casual Friday' I wouldn't expect a t-shirt to go over. But after putting 600 training miles in, and raising $600 for the National MS Society (big time thank you to everyone who encouraged my behavior here!), when I turned in my money they gave me this awesome orange t-shirt.
I absolutely had to wear it to work today. I know I look like a dork in my Aloha shirts. A bigger dork in the more conservative attire I wear to appease my boss. In a t-shirt, I'm worse than a dork. But I've never been prouder to be a glow-in-the-dark sub-dork.
I'm still drag-ass tired from being sick, but I finished my antibiotics today, and I can breath through my nose right now without chemical assistance. My alarm is set for 4:00am, and my duffel is packed with an improbably large array of possibly needful things. I'm ready to ride twice my longest training ride tomorrow and then do it again to get back to my car. I plan to be at work Monday morning bright and perky in a dorky, non-Hawaiian shirt with a collar. I even, half-jokingly, plan to make the Trek Recovery Ride Monday night. I think I'll be too tired to take my bike of the rack Sunday evening, so it could happen...
My bro asked about the CPAP adapter. After calling two Radio Shacks, visiting hardware stores, camping stores, etc., and feeling like I was trying to describe common sense to a Socialist, I finally hit pay dirt at the RV dealer by my house. The part cost a whopping $2.80, and it has three hinky looking prongs on one side for a 30 amp trailer hookup and a normal looking three prong 110 female on the other.
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