Flee

I am fleeing to St. George this weekend. It's going to be nice, Nice, NICE down there. I'm planning to hook up with the local bike club and get some sunny miles under my belt. Gotta start working on the beautiful biker tan lines!

So, I went to the first half of the Jazz game last night. They weren't doing so well, and I had to get up at dark-early in the morning to teach a Spinning class, so I left at halftime. Then the Jazz came back to beat the Pistons, 103-95 . What does that tell you? I'm a bad luck charm. The Jazz are lucky I got out of there. But, I still feel bad that I missed out on the best part of the game for an extra hour of beauty sleep.