No more skiing, no more running, no more skipping work outs. If I'm going to suck this spring, it's going to be because I suck. Not because I didn't know what I was doing, not because I got a late start, not because I spent too much time doing other things than riding. That pretty much sums up my first two seasons and probably goes a long way to explain my love of CX. By the time CX rolls around I'm finally in shape.
Mental and physical time away from the bike after a long CX season was definitely needed, but now it's time to do work. The work started in earnest last week, and the Saturday ride that Drumroll recounted below was more than enough motivation to get my proverbial shiznit together.
I had contemplated writing a post about the Mormons that tried to hand me a business card at the tail end of the 3:50 thrashing I received on Saturday. How I hopped off my bike and put one of the suit wearing, name tag bearing wanders in a headlock since I was in no mood for a religious intervention. How I yelled at him that if there was a god I'd be faster. The wind wouldn't be in my face as I was starting to cramp. I wouldn't live on top of a hill. My job would be somewhere conducive to winter riding. My winter bike wouldn't weigh 29.5lbs. Anyway, the headlock part was a lie. There's no doubt that the thought crossed my mind, but in my weakened state I would have probably ended up giving the dude more of a hug than a headlock, and the last thing I need is to get busted by the cops for trying to hug a wandering Mormon while wearing head to toe spandex. That could only end badly. I'm not big enough to go to jail . . .
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"I would have probably ended up giving the dude more of a hug than a headlock, and the last thing I need is to get busted by the cops for trying to hug a wandering Mormon while wearing head to toe spandex. That could only end badly. I'm not big enough to go to jail . . ."
at least you still had your wits about you! :)
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