Renfrew Ras was a hit. Really well done. I thought that I was going to win for about 100 pedal strokes. Oh well.
The next weekend was a mountain bike race in West Virginia. Sitting 3rd, feeling ok and my freaking bike falls apart. Totally not my fault mind you, just components failing. That is like 2/4 races this year that I have had mountain bike mechanicals. Dang.
Lost River Classic:
We load up the car, leaving enough time to get there over 90 minutes early! This is awesome. We are near Somerset and the front tire blows. No full size spare. Need to buy a tire and have it mounted. Race against time, hoping the start is delayed by 20 minutes or so. Iphones are evil because they accurately tell you that you are going to show up the minute the race is starting. We pull up with 8 minutes to spare, 13 for Brody doing the 3 race, and like 18 for Patty doing the Women's race. We are denied. Kind of bogus.
Instead we found a 5 mile dirt climb to go up and down. We were headed down the backside when the skies opened up. We were just aimlessly riding, so we had to decide if we should turn around or continue exploring the valley. We are all standing silently in the pouring rain AND A TREE FALLS OVER. It made a sound. We got the hell out of there.
2 Race weekends in a row that were a bust. Oh well. Wilderness 101?
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
tour fever or sickness?
So it's that season. It's sunny, the tour is on, jocks at bars are talking about Lances chance at winning, blah. Brody and I went for a ride(a super serious one where we did "openers" as prescribed by training and racing with a power meter!!!) and were amazed at how many people were out on road bikes, and of those people how many had carbon wheels. Whatever.
The first reaction is to be annoyed that so many people are into "your" sport. I honestly feel that way sometimes. I say hello to the dude on the 10k bike and HE has the nerve to cool guy ME!?! It makes me want to turn around, chase him down, cool guy HIM, then attack him, wait for him up the road, and attack him again! But I am slightly above this. Its not my sport. Just cause I love something so much doesn't mean that people who don't love it as much aren't allowed to do it as well. Rewritten as a note to myself: Not everybody has to be as passionate as you about something to enjoy it.
So after riding Saturday I went to the South Side Works "exposed." It was an artist market that was set up for the weekend, and Amy was selling Garbella stuff. After loading in for her (man if I was going to be a roadie, I should have a chain wallet and groupies right?) I went to REI to avoid the heat.
On Saturdays members are allowed to climb The Pinnacle, which is a 5 sided climbing wall. I thought "what the heck," and signed up to try doing it.
THEN IT STARTED. I was the dude rolling down freeport road on a 10,000 dollar colnago. These dudes who brought gym bags and changed before their workout were just eyeballing me and talking loudly about their climbing exploits. They all brought their own climbing shoes and harnesses. I had the lender pair, which resembled the beige roller skates that the skating rink would rent. They were talking about reading bouldering magazines, gear, traveling to climb, chalk vs eco balls (?).. just all kinds of crazy climbing stuff. Maybe they were insecure, maybe I am insecure, but they were not nice to a dude who wast here alone, that is all.
I could write about how I cleaned a line that one of them couldn't, even though it was my first time climbing a wall, but they had left at that point so it only gave me personal gloating satisfaction. But I wont.
Instead I will just say that if you are a cyclist or or something else (why are you reading this if you are something else?) ... be nice to the new guys.
The first reaction is to be annoyed that so many people are into "your" sport. I honestly feel that way sometimes. I say hello to the dude on the 10k bike and HE has the nerve to cool guy ME!?! It makes me want to turn around, chase him down, cool guy HIM, then attack him, wait for him up the road, and attack him again! But I am slightly above this. Its not my sport. Just cause I love something so much doesn't mean that people who don't love it as much aren't allowed to do it as well. Rewritten as a note to myself: Not everybody has to be as passionate as you about something to enjoy it.
So after riding Saturday I went to the South Side Works "exposed." It was an artist market that was set up for the weekend, and Amy was selling Garbella stuff. After loading in for her (man if I was going to be a roadie, I should have a chain wallet and groupies right?) I went to REI to avoid the heat.
On Saturdays members are allowed to climb The Pinnacle, which is a 5 sided climbing wall. I thought "what the heck," and signed up to try doing it.
THEN IT STARTED. I was the dude rolling down freeport road on a 10,000 dollar colnago. These dudes who brought gym bags and changed before their workout were just eyeballing me and talking loudly about their climbing exploits. They all brought their own climbing shoes and harnesses. I had the lender pair, which resembled the beige roller skates that the skating rink would rent. They were talking about reading bouldering magazines, gear, traveling to climb, chalk vs eco balls (?).. just all kinds of crazy climbing stuff. Maybe they were insecure, maybe I am insecure, but they were not nice to a dude who wast here alone, that is all.
I could write about how I cleaned a line that one of them couldn't, even though it was my first time climbing a wall, but they had left at that point so it only gave me personal gloating satisfaction. But I wont.
Instead I will just say that if you are a cyclist or or something else (why are you reading this if you are something else?) ... be nice to the new guys.
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
In case you didnt know.
Danny Chew is riding his bike to Alaska.
When I told him that he is going to have tons of headwind, he responded "not on the way home." Oh I guess he is riding back too.
I checked his GPS tracker thing that he gave me, he is in Thunder Bay, ON right now. He is going across Canada. That is really far, like 10,000 miles round trip.
When I told him that he is going to have tons of headwind, he responded "not on the way home." Oh I guess he is riding back too.
I checked his GPS tracker thing that he gave me, he is in Thunder Bay, ON right now. He is going across Canada. That is really far, like 10,000 miles round trip.
Thursday, July 02, 2009
hello world. Hosting a clinic on how NOT to sprint.
1 week without a keyboard has left me without putting anything down here.
Last weekend was the Raccoon Rally. Brody and I rolled up to his camp to sleep for the weekend. It is in the forest. WE SAW A BEAR. True story. Then another bear. Then a coyote. Then a bald eagle. Seriously. Then we thought we were men in the woods and we shot the AK-47, but could only shoot it 5 times each because it hurt our shoulders so much. Not men.
Cioccio (my teammate) won the road race on Saturday. That was awesome.
I was sprinting against another dude for 5th and a truck somehow got in the way. I asked what he wanted to do (with like 500 meters to go)... I said "want to split the money or sprint?" and he said "whatever." So we soft pedaled in. When they paid out, he wasnt there, so I took it upon myself to take my half of the money. HA!
Sunday was a mountain bike race. I wish I had a powermeterthinger on my mountain bike, because I try much harder or something on it. Like I try harder on climbs because they are longer, and nobody can really counter attack you, or if they do the race isnt really over. Or something. Anyway, I got outsprinted in a mountain bike race. How is this even possible? I had a huge gap after the last climb,and the dude came back on the last downhill. He was nice and good, but I should really have been able to hold it, I had like a minute on him.
I dedicate my 2nd place to the dude who 5 minutes before the race started told me that I should switch tires because I had the wrong ones on. He was super sure of himself and super cocky. If you ever read this, I want you to know that the winner also had the same tires. Brett said that he passed you as the sports overtook you. You had a 10,000 dollar mountain bike, but apparently the right tires. Maybe you should worry about you instead of me?
And I have dug deep to find some awesome photos of me being outsprinted over the years:
First up: This was this weekend. Downhill sprint against a good bike racer. I tried hard, but just couldnt win. I should have ridden in solo, but I rode my brakes down the last descent like I was on ice.
Second: This was Turkey Hill this year. I made it into "the move" and was in a break for like 40 miles with 4 other dudes. I figured "sweet 5th or 4th will rule.. I can outsprint Brian cause I did that earlier this year." Wrong. 7 guys bridge up and I get 12th out of 13. (look close to the right of the winner for my orange shoes) Brian got 2nd.
This is an old one, and I dug it out to complete getting outsprinted in all facets of bicycle racing. BCA cyclocross in Hagarstown MD. I was riding super well and beat a few really fast dudes. I am blocked by Steve Gordons super serious victory salute, but I am there. doh.
Last weekend was the Raccoon Rally. Brody and I rolled up to his camp to sleep for the weekend. It is in the forest. WE SAW A BEAR. True story. Then another bear. Then a coyote. Then a bald eagle. Seriously. Then we thought we were men in the woods and we shot the AK-47, but could only shoot it 5 times each because it hurt our shoulders so much. Not men.
Cioccio (my teammate) won the road race on Saturday. That was awesome.
I was sprinting against another dude for 5th and a truck somehow got in the way. I asked what he wanted to do (with like 500 meters to go)... I said "want to split the money or sprint?" and he said "whatever." So we soft pedaled in. When they paid out, he wasnt there, so I took it upon myself to take my half of the money. HA!
Sunday was a mountain bike race. I wish I had a powermeterthinger on my mountain bike, because I try much harder or something on it. Like I try harder on climbs because they are longer, and nobody can really counter attack you, or if they do the race isnt really over. Or something. Anyway, I got outsprinted in a mountain bike race. How is this even possible? I had a huge gap after the last climb,and the dude came back on the last downhill. He was nice and good, but I should really have been able to hold it, I had like a minute on him.
I dedicate my 2nd place to the dude who 5 minutes before the race started told me that I should switch tires because I had the wrong ones on. He was super sure of himself and super cocky. If you ever read this, I want you to know that the winner also had the same tires. Brett said that he passed you as the sports overtook you. You had a 10,000 dollar mountain bike, but apparently the right tires. Maybe you should worry about you instead of me?
And I have dug deep to find some awesome photos of me being outsprinted over the years:
First up: This was this weekend. Downhill sprint against a good bike racer. I tried hard, but just couldnt win. I should have ridden in solo, but I rode my brakes down the last descent like I was on ice.
Second: This was Turkey Hill this year. I made it into "the move" and was in a break for like 40 miles with 4 other dudes. I figured "sweet 5th or 4th will rule.. I can outsprint Brian cause I did that earlier this year." Wrong. 7 guys bridge up and I get 12th out of 13. (look close to the right of the winner for my orange shoes) Brian got 2nd.
This is an old one, and I dug it out to complete getting outsprinted in all facets of bicycle racing. BCA cyclocross in Hagarstown MD. I was riding super well and beat a few really fast dudes. I am blocked by Steve Gordons super serious victory salute, but I am there. doh.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Should be doing a stage race.... american dream. ...
Tour of Ohio? nope.
Giro di Jersey nope.
Anyway, here is the backyard. It was listed on some blog called "Design Sponge"
To the left is the actual garden. Tomatoes, hot peppers, sweet peppers, cucumbers, zucchini, blackberries, raspberries. Then the compost heap. Then the sunflowers are starting to pop up.
To the right is the chiminea that we have, but have not used yet. It is begging for a party.
In the foreground you can see the edge of the perennial garden. The 25' flagpole is not pictured.
The bottom picture shows the walkway after Tom and Amy made a stencil of one of Amys shirt designs.
Giro di Jersey nope.
Anyway, here is the backyard. It was listed on some blog called "Design Sponge"
To the left is the actual garden. Tomatoes, hot peppers, sweet peppers, cucumbers, zucchini, blackberries, raspberries. Then the compost heap. Then the sunflowers are starting to pop up.
To the right is the chiminea that we have, but have not used yet. It is begging for a party.
In the foreground you can see the edge of the perennial garden. The 25' flagpole is not pictured.
The bottom picture shows the walkway after Tom and Amy made a stencil of one of Amys shirt designs.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Its America... just throw it away.
Long time no post. Nothing too exciting. When pics are uploaded they will include:
Somali Wedding.
Garden.
One might be thinking "Why dont you just upload them now?" and the answer is that this fine blog is published from an ancient desktop taken from a dead guy and doesnt have the capacity to download massive amounts of things.
Anyway.
I had a long going battle with Dr. Stubna about whether his joe blow pro or my Silca Pista was superior.
My argument was this: they are both the same until failure. When the Joe Blow failed, it is then disposable. When the Silca Pista failed, it is able to be rebuilt.
So after several years, the silca was hurting. I had replaced the rubber valve ring a few times at 3-4 dollars a time, and I figured it was this again. I ordered 3-4 more (figuring this would last me many more years). I install them, and its not the case.
I order a leather plunger, install it. Not the case.
I finally realize that the freaking gauge is leaking air out as it goes from the barrel to the hose. Great. The price on a new gauge was that of a joe blow sport. Game over, I lose. Welcome to America where everything is freaking disposable. I order the Joe Blow Sport and put the silca in the basement full of broken bike junk.
REDEMPTION:
Amy had mentioned needing to buy a new dehumidifier for the basement. The hot hazy humid summer is upon us and it is starting to get wet down there. The old dehumidifier crapped out. Not sure if you know this, but Dehumidifiers are expensive. Finding a used one is like hitting the lottery. "Dehumidifier" is a key term put in newspaper ads in describing a yard sale to bring more people. Seriously.
So today I took the 70's Kenmore apart. I cleaned all the moving parts super well, they were totally nasty with decades of dust and grossness. I cleaned all the coils front and back, and I figured out the switch that had been not working properly. Old stuff is pretty simple. The proof was that I am pretty simple and I figured it out. I put it all back together and plugged it in. It is humming like new.
Somali Wedding.
Garden.
One might be thinking "Why dont you just upload them now?" and the answer is that this fine blog is published from an ancient desktop taken from a dead guy and doesnt have the capacity to download massive amounts of things.
Anyway.
I had a long going battle with Dr. Stubna about whether his joe blow pro or my Silca Pista was superior.
My argument was this: they are both the same until failure. When the Joe Blow failed, it is then disposable. When the Silca Pista failed, it is able to be rebuilt.
So after several years, the silca was hurting. I had replaced the rubber valve ring a few times at 3-4 dollars a time, and I figured it was this again. I ordered 3-4 more (figuring this would last me many more years). I install them, and its not the case.
I order a leather plunger, install it. Not the case.
I finally realize that the freaking gauge is leaking air out as it goes from the barrel to the hose. Great. The price on a new gauge was that of a joe blow sport. Game over, I lose. Welcome to America where everything is freaking disposable. I order the Joe Blow Sport and put the silca in the basement full of broken bike junk.
REDEMPTION:
Amy had mentioned needing to buy a new dehumidifier for the basement. The hot hazy humid summer is upon us and it is starting to get wet down there. The old dehumidifier crapped out. Not sure if you know this, but Dehumidifiers are expensive. Finding a used one is like hitting the lottery. "Dehumidifier" is a key term put in newspaper ads in describing a yard sale to bring more people. Seriously.
So today I took the 70's Kenmore apart. I cleaned all the moving parts super well, they were totally nasty with decades of dust and grossness. I cleaned all the coils front and back, and I figured out the switch that had been not working properly. Old stuff is pretty simple. The proof was that I am pretty simple and I figured it out. I put it all back together and plugged it in. It is humming like new.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
race highs. race lows.
Mohican 100 k.
Decided to do the shorter race cause I am soft, and I thought that I had a chance of winning. I havent won a race yet this year, and thought that this would be a good one to win. I lucked into finding a ride and a hotel. Everybody in the room has a blog except one who spends his online time on craigslist.
High:
Feeling good in the first 24 miles of singletrack. Closing the gap up to a fast group and staying with them for a long time. Group had Eatough, Harlan, a bunch of other fast guys and somehow me. Just the day before I was talking about how cool it would be to follow the fast guys through the singletrack to see how they were so fast. Here it was. Neat. I was a passenger on their train.
Low:
Seat rail snapping 25 miles in. Get dropped from that group while diagnosing problem. Figured that it wouldnt kill me and planned to ride as far as it would get me.
High:
Rolling out of aid station 2, 30 miles or so in with that fast group. Nailing it on the roads. Pace lining on mountain bikes. I was even keeping up on the trails.
High:
Rolling out of aid station 3 in first place for the 100k (both races start together and separate at the 3rd aid station), knowing that it was like 1:30 more of racing, that I had a few minutes on rivals, that I was in the lead, and my strengths would only help me for the rest of the course (hills and roads).
High:
Feeling so much better on the brutal dirt climbs than last year, as it was mile 50 and not mile 85 or whatever.
High:
Rolling in first. Winning? Calling Amy and telling her I had won.
Low:
2 hours later, after watching tv for a few minutes in the motel, showering, drinking diet pop and being happy, I returned to the race venue with a clean jersey (for the podium duh), a smile and a good mood when I was told that I had missed an unmarked turn and missed about 15 minutes of trail.
I know exactly where it happened. There was an arrow, a parking lot and a million trails. Further ahead there was another arrow. I went left up a trail, up a hill and rode for about 5 minutes... no pink ribbons (that show you are on the proper route)... So I turned and went back to the lot... There was only an arrow pointing me toward where I had just been, and then an arrow pointing me back toward the finish, in the same direction. With 5 miles to go, 4:25 or so in, I wasnt in the mood to diagnose the problem, so I did what I had been doing for the previous 58 miles and followed the arrows. I figured that somebody had altered the course, and all racers behind me would follow suit, or that the promoter had shortened it. The promoter said that there were supposed to be people there, there weren't.
APPARENTLY, somebody somewhere messed up. Race promoter tells me "it is your responsibility to know the course" .... which is funny, because there were no maps available. Friday at check in, I kept asking where the maps were. I remember 2 years ago, Wes saying "Mohican..... ... I think that is the race where everybody gets lost"...
Travis in 2nd place knew the course just from riding there a bunch I guess. Tim in 3rd didnt know the course. Travis went the right way, Tim went my way (not going to call it the wrong way cause there were arrows pointing me there..) ...
LOW: Calling Amy and Ed and telling them that I had in fact not won.
LOW:
Watching new race winner collect 300 bucks.
LOW:
Race promoter not giving my entry fee back, despite saying that he would.
Its hard not to be angry. I guess I am lucky to be an adult healthy enough to ride my bicycle enough to be fit enough to be able to compete in races like this. Things could be a lot worse. But... that 300 bucks could have bought me a 26" hardtail frame on ebay too though. Pretty bogus.
Decided to do the shorter race cause I am soft, and I thought that I had a chance of winning. I havent won a race yet this year, and thought that this would be a good one to win. I lucked into finding a ride and a hotel. Everybody in the room has a blog except one who spends his online time on craigslist.
High:
Feeling good in the first 24 miles of singletrack. Closing the gap up to a fast group and staying with them for a long time. Group had Eatough, Harlan, a bunch of other fast guys and somehow me. Just the day before I was talking about how cool it would be to follow the fast guys through the singletrack to see how they were so fast. Here it was. Neat. I was a passenger on their train.
Low:
Seat rail snapping 25 miles in. Get dropped from that group while diagnosing problem. Figured that it wouldnt kill me and planned to ride as far as it would get me.
High:
Rolling out of aid station 2, 30 miles or so in with that fast group. Nailing it on the roads. Pace lining on mountain bikes. I was even keeping up on the trails.
High:
Rolling out of aid station 3 in first place for the 100k (both races start together and separate at the 3rd aid station), knowing that it was like 1:30 more of racing, that I had a few minutes on rivals, that I was in the lead, and my strengths would only help me for the rest of the course (hills and roads).
High:
Feeling so much better on the brutal dirt climbs than last year, as it was mile 50 and not mile 85 or whatever.
High:
Rolling in first. Winning? Calling Amy and telling her I had won.
Low:
2 hours later, after watching tv for a few minutes in the motel, showering, drinking diet pop and being happy, I returned to the race venue with a clean jersey (for the podium duh), a smile and a good mood when I was told that I had missed an unmarked turn and missed about 15 minutes of trail.
I know exactly where it happened. There was an arrow, a parking lot and a million trails. Further ahead there was another arrow. I went left up a trail, up a hill and rode for about 5 minutes... no pink ribbons (that show you are on the proper route)... So I turned and went back to the lot... There was only an arrow pointing me toward where I had just been, and then an arrow pointing me back toward the finish, in the same direction. With 5 miles to go, 4:25 or so in, I wasnt in the mood to diagnose the problem, so I did what I had been doing for the previous 58 miles and followed the arrows. I figured that somebody had altered the course, and all racers behind me would follow suit, or that the promoter had shortened it. The promoter said that there were supposed to be people there, there weren't.
APPARENTLY, somebody somewhere messed up. Race promoter tells me "it is your responsibility to know the course" .... which is funny, because there were no maps available. Friday at check in, I kept asking where the maps were. I remember 2 years ago, Wes saying "Mohican..... ... I think that is the race where everybody gets lost"...
Travis in 2nd place knew the course just from riding there a bunch I guess. Tim in 3rd didnt know the course. Travis went the right way, Tim went my way (not going to call it the wrong way cause there were arrows pointing me there..) ...
LOW: Calling Amy and Ed and telling them that I had in fact not won.
LOW:
Watching new race winner collect 300 bucks.
LOW:
Race promoter not giving my entry fee back, despite saying that he would.
Its hard not to be angry. I guess I am lucky to be an adult healthy enough to ride my bicycle enough to be fit enough to be able to compete in races like this. Things could be a lot worse. But... that 300 bucks could have bought me a 26" hardtail frame on ebay too though. Pretty bogus.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
You think "I shoud race mountain bikes more often"
Then you have a mechanical in the middle of the woods and you are on the rivet and you cant think straight more or less fix your rear derailer so you finish the last 45 minutes of the race with 3 speeds: 11x22, 11x32, 11x42.
However, I must say that the local offroad races (local being within a 3 hour drive) are awesome. This was my first OMBC (ohio mountain bike championships?) race. It was awesome. It was at a place called The Wilds, which was a nature preserve.. or strip mine.. or something or both.
Observations from first mountain bike race of the year:
-Locking out your rear suspension for a whole race is kind of the same as adding weights to a hardtail.
-SLX is the new XTR (for those not in the know, slx is like 105... NOT PRO)
-26" is the new 29'er
-I make fun of road weenies, but there were plenty of dudes there with 7000 dollar bikes. Just cause you have hairy legs doesnt mean you are better.
-FREE PASTA, POP, BROWNIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (and sierra nevada beer, but I am still True til death... )
-Tubeless tires are really neat.
Jake and Jared drove and did NRC crits. They went 30 miles an hour for probably 2 hours or something crazy. I went like 9 for 2 hours. I got free pop, brownies and pasta after. Im guessing they did not.
Ed and I stole his wife's car. I burnt a few CD's for the trip down. Bad Religion 80-85 and Ministry In case you didnt feel like showing up... The car only had a tape player and mix tapes from the early 90's. Iced Tea, Body Count, Fugazi... At one point the tape was acting weird, so we took it out, flipped it over and then pushed the auto reverse button. Remember doing that?
Ed Krall & Steevo Cummings = IRMC mountain bike racing team.
However, I must say that the local offroad races (local being within a 3 hour drive) are awesome. This was my first OMBC (ohio mountain bike championships?) race. It was awesome. It was at a place called The Wilds, which was a nature preserve.. or strip mine.. or something or both.
Observations from first mountain bike race of the year:
-Locking out your rear suspension for a whole race is kind of the same as adding weights to a hardtail.
-SLX is the new XTR (for those not in the know, slx is like 105... NOT PRO)
-26" is the new 29'er
-I make fun of road weenies, but there were plenty of dudes there with 7000 dollar bikes. Just cause you have hairy legs doesnt mean you are better.
-FREE PASTA, POP, BROWNIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (and sierra nevada beer, but I am still True til death... )
-Tubeless tires are really neat.
Jake and Jared drove and did NRC crits. They went 30 miles an hour for probably 2 hours or something crazy. I went like 9 for 2 hours. I got free pop, brownies and pasta after. Im guessing they did not.
Ed and I stole his wife's car. I burnt a few CD's for the trip down. Bad Religion 80-85 and Ministry In case you didnt feel like showing up... The car only had a tape player and mix tapes from the early 90's. Iced Tea, Body Count, Fugazi... At one point the tape was acting weird, so we took it out, flipped it over and then pushed the auto reverse button. Remember doing that?
Ed Krall & Steevo Cummings = IRMC mountain bike racing team.
Monday, May 11, 2009
And the photo I wish that I had is here.
Thank you Mr. David Burke. He is mentioned below. He makes my day.
Productive day....
Sunday
6:45 - awake
7:00 - French toast and french pressed coffee and npr
7:45 - clean bike, clean chain, make it look nice and run smooth
8:25 - put on superhero outfit,plan food, make bottles.
8:45 - roll out to ride to Alliquipa crit.
8:47 - see the dude who has been riding around town with a car bumper on his bicycle. He is a crazy man, possibly with gold teeth, with the font end of a car strapped around his handlebars. I wish I had a photo. He was rolling up the bike lane by my house.
9:00 - meet steve k
10:20 - get to quip crit. took 10 minutes longer due to head winds. dang.
12:00 - sprint in the hoods as usual. Ride home. 4 + hours in for today.
1:45 - Arrive home, walk to gas station to buy chocolate milk and diet pop
2:15 - Start weeding the garden. This was way harder than the bike race. I had gloves and everything, but the weeds still pricked me.
3:45 - Four garbage bags of weeds later, I decide to till the garden with a shovel.
4:15 - Clean myself up for Mothers day dinner
4:30 - make brownies for said dinner
5:00 - RAGE with little Somalia. I say rage because they have enough energy to power a small city. There were maybe 8 kids out, maybe 4 pairs of shoes between all of them, and they were making enough noise that I could hear them over the shower with the window closed.
At some point my Mom arrived and we went to my brothers.
At some point Amy made fun of me to my mom and explained why I had three tan dots on my bad head and explained its because of my helmet and the sun. Sister in law laughs a ton and says she was wondering what it was, but didnt want to ask.
awesome.
6:45 - awake
7:00 - French toast and french pressed coffee and npr
7:45 - clean bike, clean chain, make it look nice and run smooth
8:25 - put on superhero outfit,plan food, make bottles.
8:45 - roll out to ride to Alliquipa crit.
8:47 - see the dude who has been riding around town with a car bumper on his bicycle. He is a crazy man, possibly with gold teeth, with the font end of a car strapped around his handlebars. I wish I had a photo. He was rolling up the bike lane by my house.
9:00 - meet steve k
10:20 - get to quip crit. took 10 minutes longer due to head winds. dang.
12:00 - sprint in the hoods as usual. Ride home. 4 + hours in for today.
1:45 - Arrive home, walk to gas station to buy chocolate milk and diet pop
2:15 - Start weeding the garden. This was way harder than the bike race. I had gloves and everything, but the weeds still pricked me.
3:45 - Four garbage bags of weeds later, I decide to till the garden with a shovel.
4:15 - Clean myself up for Mothers day dinner
4:30 - make brownies for said dinner
5:00 - RAGE with little Somalia. I say rage because they have enough energy to power a small city. There were maybe 8 kids out, maybe 4 pairs of shoes between all of them, and they were making enough noise that I could hear them over the shower with the window closed.
At some point my Mom arrived and we went to my brothers.
At some point Amy made fun of me to my mom and explained why I had three tan dots on my bad head and explained its because of my helmet and the sun. Sister in law laughs a ton and says she was wondering what it was, but didnt want to ask.
awesome.
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