\”Happy Fourth of July!\” isn\’t exactly blank verse. In fact, I\’m not a poet, so I rarely bother with poetry; blank verse or otherwise.

Today I did a short ride of 29 miles. I don\’t know why, but my legs still feel tired! There was little wind, for a change; and it was from the West, so I had it behind me on the way home. Again, I spent a lot of time on the small ring. Low-gear, high-cadence riding (average, 83 rpm) might burn fat; but I can see that such riding is where my gut most needs training.

Speaking of gut training, today I tested a Luna Bar as ride food. It didn\’t seem very sustaining, although I like the chocolate-peppermint flavor. I think I\’ll stick with FitCrunch and Met-Rx bars.

This morning I saw little or nothing over which to wax poetic; whether blank verse or haiku. No bald eagles; no rabbits; and (thank goodness!) no snakes. I had my eye on the clouds, of course. They were building up; and there\’s a 60% chance of T-storms. In fact, the forecast of afternoon T-storms is one reason why I kept it short today.

But I got in my ride; and now I can be lazy for a while. At present I\’m charging up my ancient iPod, so that I can enjoy my favorite Fourth of July musical fare: Sousa marches! They seem to have a unique zest; and I say, if you want to move a roomful of furniture — play Sousa marches at it!