PMS precludes peace

This is not a love song...I have the song from waltz with bashir playing in my head. This is not a love song... just the same line like a guitar string springing free over and over.

I'm not really a big pms sufferer for the only reason that my neurons are usually heavily dosed with endorphins from training and that seems to protect me from the mood swings that would probably hit me with the power of an american judoka.

But, I was thinking about peace in general last night. i didn't have time to finish the discussion with myself because I went out with friends who aren't into entertaining notions of peaceplayers. hahahaha. sometimes I rock the kingdom of goofy.

anyway, I decided to partially commit to the maccabiah games by racing the cycling time trial tommorow morning. I have a feeling that I will completely get my ass kicked. i wish I could say that I plan on rising to the occasion but I'm not particularly prepared. My heart isn't into it. like enemy was saying... I haven't really recovered yet and my state of inbetween extends to my sporting career too.
So, I'm racing in the south about a few kilometres from gaza.

Maybe it'll be the missile that kickstarts the fire in my belly for racing again... The organization sure chose a strange place to hold the time trial. Time trials are actually my favourite form of bike racing because it's just me against the clock. I get to push past my limits and really test my intestinal fortitude. I love time trials and include efforts like this in my training but haven't ever done a time trial race. The cycling federation wants me in the mix because they're trying to build up womens cycling in israel. We almost had a full national team last year but this year we actually have a lot of depth in the field and the international olympians will be strong.