Golden Gate Bridge

If you need me, I’ll be under the bridge. Or at the Monterey Bay Aquarium. Or biking around Lake Tahoe. Or up north near Portland. Or back south in Napa. One of those places, for the next week.

Don’t break into my house. The guy who’s dogsitting would not be happy.

So to you, my 30 regular readers (50 on a good day), I’ll be driving up and down the other coast for the next ten days. Not caring about workouts, not caring about protein, not caring about lifting weights.

I can’t wait to not care.