A good day for a bike ride

It was a good day for a bike ride yesterday.

Joel likes to bike up hills, as you can see from the pics he posted below. I hate biking up hills, but Keiko and I are attending a wedding in Cabo in June, and the problem with dating a former swimsuit model is that she looks really, really good in a swimsuit. That's a problem because when we're on the beach together, one of three things will happen:

1) [best case scenario] People will say: "Hey, what a nice looking couple."

2) [mediocre scenario] People will say: "Wow, that guy must be really rich."

3) [worst case scenario] People will say: "How pathetic that the pudgy balding guy felt he had to rent a date. I wonder how much she's costing him?"

As of today, Scenario 3 is the highest probability, so if I don't find a way to close the hotness gap at least somewhat in the next 2.5 months, I'm going to suffer undue scorn. Hence, agreeing to bike up a really fucking steep hill that goes on for like 500 miles. I nearly died going up it. The view from the top is nice though.

It's so miserably unfair that it's so easy to accumulate calories, and so goddamned hard to shed them.