Dear Mayor

Dear Mayor,

Last week, when we chatted via g-chat, I confirmed you are not dead, which is good.  I was starting to worry.  Not only have we not seen any updates in your g-doc for the Mayoral Race, I have noticed about a 25% drop in my readership. 

I realize that you have been busy.  I've heard rumors.  You were sick, which is why I wondered if you were dead.  And, Steven and the Small One were sick.  And, when I was FB stalking you, I noticed you had company for Thanksgiving.  Also, you've been sending me those gloating text messages with pictures of the superior beer you have access to out there: that takes time.

Hey, I totally understand. 

But, listen, we've only got 16 days of the Mayoral Race left.  And, despite some setbacks, I think we need to make them good.  Otherwise, next July, while I am sitting in the shade, waiting for you to deliver my victory beers, I might feel the slightest pangs of guilt. 

Of course, because you haven't been updating your charts, perhaps, I will be the one delivering the beer.  Maybe you've been dropping pounds like it's hot and logging in 500 mile a week.  I don't know.

What I do know, is that after a crazy November and a December that has become the 12 Days of Excuses (on the first day of December, my excuses gave to me, one muscle spasm, two late nights at the High Life, three ill-fitting pants) I need a kick to my widening back-side.

That kick is you.

Therefore, I challenge you to the penultimate Mayoral Debate!!!

The Winter Beer Extreme Race! 

Ride your bike as much as possible between tomorrow, December 15th, and Sunday December 25th.  For every beer you drink while riding (the trainer, obviously), you get to add 5 miles to your total.  For every winter-style beer you drink (i.e. not Coors Light) while riding, you get to add 10 miles to your total. 

Most "miles" wins. 

Love, Norman