…and if I don’t feel like writing about bike racing, I’m not going to. Yeah, yeah, there was this big cross race this past weekend, it was hard and fun and fast, blah blah blah. Cross is supposed to be hard. That’s why its called “Cyclocross” and not “Pansy-cross” or “Gypsy-grab-ass-cross”. Oops, I guess I just did.
People share rest-room
Piss and dickweed on the seat
Please conceal your farts
Uggh. I tried doing intervals this morning, but I can’t shake this crap-tacular feeling I’ve had since the double header Saturday. I couldn’t for the life of me get my heart rate over 160, so I suspect I havent fully recovered. It might also have to do with the slight hangover I had this morning. My freinds from Italy (Ari and his fiancee Breffni) rolled in last night to stay for the week at our palace in the Bucket, so naturally I drank too much vino after dinner, and ate some food items I probably shouldn’t have. These include a bag of Chee-tos, and some nice smuggled-in Parmesan cheese.
Tomorrow night it will be another hill slug-fest between Chuck and I. Hope I’ll be recovered by the weekend for the first major road race on Saturday (Turtle Pond), and then the Root 66 MTB race in CT on Sunday.
I big-ringed Star and Jenkes Streets on the way home from work.
Don’t believe me? I’ll do it again.
Well, my fucking ipod shuffle shit the bed yesterday. Its doing the blinkie-light thing that, upon some further online research, means the POS should just be buried in the yard.
This occurs exactly one week after the 1-year warranty is up. Unbelieveable…almost like that shit was planned. And…the worst part is that for Apple to fix and send back is $109! Plus shipping! Can you believe it? A new one costs $99 now!
Well, like a good American consumer, I guess I will go down to the local cluck-and-fuck Best Buy and pony up for a new one. The sad truth is that I really can’t live without it. Thanks Apple.
Wow, got up to almost 50 degrees today. Not too bad for January in New England. I keep telling people that we’ve been really lucky with the weather, and all I get is stupid looks. I don’t remember doing this much riding outdoors last winter. I’ve only had to bust out the “Gund” shorts a handful of times so far.
Did 3 hours of slow solo base miles today. It felt damn good riding by myself. Not the 90 mile hammerfest like last week’s AFD group ride debacle. I doubt I’ll attempt that ride again until I get back from the trip to Pastaland in March. Then it’ll be time to start doing intervals too…unbelieveable that the first road race is only 2 months away. Seems like I just put my gear away after nationals.
I’ve been on the horn, trying to muster up someone to ride with tomorrow. Matt D. has some family obligations, or something, and Chuck is on some kind of skiing adventure up north. When are these guys going to get their priorities straight? : ) Dungbot out
Today for lunch, I hit up the ghetto Subway to get my regular post-workout, 6″ Tuna grinder on Eye-talian.
Hours later, I just reached into my pocket to count my change to see if I can afford a candy bar from the vending machine. Unfortuantely, I can’t, but what I do have, is a remarkable array of coins given to me by the ex-crack whore cashier at Subway. I will now attempt to describe what I’m looking at:
So, yeah. Only 32 cents, hence no candy bar. Plus - my hands smell funny now. Guess I have to starve until I can hit the Pho Paradise after work.
