Wasn't that a Party and I paid for it today...

Our rental cottage is on 13 Shipwreck lane. It was an omen. This resort is awesome, we have a great location on the water and there is so much to do. 

After dinner and relaxing we went to one of the bars and watched a live band. These guys were in their 60's and sounded great. There was about 9 of them and a full horn section. When they played Chicago songs you would swear you were listening to the real Chicago if you closed your eyes.

I had way to many beers and should have said good night to everyone at around 11 pm because I knew I wasn't going to remember the rest of the evening. Apparently I was arm wrestling guys at the bar and went undefeated one on one. Then I arm wrestled 3 guys at the same time, they were all pulling. I lost that one.

There was some young guys at the bar and apparently I one of the guys was pissing me off so I told him I was going to give him 30 seconds before I jumped him, which I did. All hell broke loose, guys were pulling us apart and 3 security guards showed up. I don't remember tackling the guy.

It must have turned out okay because afterwards I had 3 Jagermisters and Red Bull with the guy and even gave him and one of the security people a ride home. Don't worry, Alice drove. I was also having a great time with the Security Guards, Bar tenders and the guy I fought. We closed the bar down and offered them to come to my place. I'm glad they didn't.

At noon when I woke up I wasn't feeling to good. My shoulder was sore, my elbow was really sore and I had a purple little toe. I had no idea how the elbow got sore. I figured the shoulder was from the arm wrestling and that someone must have stepped on my toe because I was wearing sandals. And this morning I noticed the frame of my glasses was broken. I must have slept or stepped on them.

Alice and the kids asked me if I wanted to go with them to the pool and beach this afternoon and I was in no condition to join them. I opened a beer and put it on the coffee table in front of me and looked at it. One way to start feeling better is to start drinking when you wake up. The family left without me and I was looking at the beer and looking at my bike. I was scheduled to do a long ride today. Alice figured I should not do the ride.

I decided to leave the beer and go for my bike ride. I was like a robot, I just got dressed, got on the bike and rode. It was a beautiful day. I started on the biking trail which was wide and nicely paved, but I found myself stopping and starting way to much when I had to cross roads. In the first 30 minutes I had to stop and start at least 15 times. At that point I started riding on the roads.

As luck would have it I got on the road that goes all the way along the water to Niagara Falls. It was a great road and flat, flat, flat. I can't remember the last time I rode without lots of hills. I felt absolutely amazing and was riding strong. Riding through downtown Niagara Falls was amazing. The streets were packed with people, I was flying past cars at 38 kph and people were watching me and some even cheered at my speed.  By the 3 hour mark of the ride I was averaging 34.4 kph.  With about 40 minutes left in the ride I didn't feel as good or strong and made a wrong turn. I almost got lost but was able to find my way back.

The minute I got in the door I went from feeling a 7/10 to a 1/10. It felt like a "bonk" and a "hangover" all in one. I felt so nauseous and even had to throw up. I wasn't able to rest because it was dinner time and I was the barbecue chef. Somehow I was able to cook dinner between lying on the couch, going to the bathroom,  going to the barbecue, and repeating several times. The family said the food tasted great. It was the first time I've cooked using charcoal.

I couldn't eat. I tried but couldn't do it. All I could do was wallow in pain lying on the couch. Alyssa ended up giving me an Advil and a little while latter I was feeling better enough to fall a sleep. I slept for a couple of hours and woke up feeling like a 6/10. I was good to go and ate my dinner. They were right about the steak,  it was tasty. 

As I finish my blog entry, the beer that was opened earlier today is still on the coffee table and I'm looking at it. Once I'm done, I think I'm going to have a beer, tape my glasses with black hockey tape, and make a bonfire to make smores. I don't think it's going to be a late night, Al Nolan and his kids are going to come over and hang out with us tomorrow.

Long Bike Ride - 3:45:45 / 125.76 / avg 33.4 kph / avg hr 133

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