Darryl and sports

Well, Darryl continues to be a maniac on the bike. He must have rode it for 3 hours last night. We was riding on the sidewalk and turning around on people's drive way and standing up while peddling. I think my son loves to race. That may be his thing. Just worried about the rate of impotency and male cyclists. Plus he is a pretty stalky kid. I doubt he will be good at the Tour de France.

Maybe mountain biking...then he will have no teeth. Dirt biking...God...bicycling sports are sooo dangerous.

He likes to lift things. I think he would do great at weightlifting. I am just scared of steroids.

Nevertheless I need to focus on teaching Darryl to read. That is my thing. And I need to exercise more. Yesterday, I was tired after work...and chaffing. It appears I applied neat to my genital area and now I have an insane rash everywhere. Oy....forgot how sensitive I am down there. I used my marathon glide stick to lessen the chaffing. I ate 6 mini ice cream sandwiches last night. I couldn't stop. Apparently, it takes 20 minutes to register that you are full...I think it takes me 3 hours. Because afterwards...I felt like I had eaten 6 ice cream sandwiches. God I felt like crap.

I woke up late and got to work at 9:00. But I get to work by myself today. Joy.