I made the grade: I got promoted to "Chief Operating Officer" with a portfolio and authority that I did not imagine would come so soon. I smiled and sighed as I recalled the tumultuous times I have been thru' over the past year. The lord is truly my shepherd. While I was keen on celebrating this occasion with my usual recourse to tipple as the first choice, I had to abstain as I'd promised myself that I'd give it a break. Reason? I felt that a lot of the current difficulty I have with my pace, has to do with the toxin from alcohol, which in a way constrains release of catalysts for fast metabolism.
I went out for my speed workout today and as if in confirmation, I breezed thru' it. I felt relieved but a wee bit disappointed too:-) I guess it is best to leave the tipple to aperiodic cycles instead of the standard periodic ones I follow. I had a spring in my step as I mounted my "bullet" and rode home, thundering thru' the society entrance gates. I have begun not only enjoying this "classic" machine but actually look forward to riding it around the local area every evening. I also enjoy the heads it turns (especially of the fairer sex) due to its deep throated throb. There is also the thrill when the "Pandu" Police constable stiffens when I go past, thinking that a "Saab" has arrived:-) Bryan enjoys this the most:-))))) He actually leaves his buddies alone and races towards me when I kick start it saying, "where are we going? I'm coming too". It is then that I know I own a beauty.
