So I sit here sipping my coffee after skipping this mornings ride due to laziness coupled with the knowledge that this is going to be a tough weekend on my legs. Tomorrow I am meeting Mike in Lake Forest for what will be my first group speed ride of the season and Sunday Aaron is coming out to tear my legs off because the guy just can't ride at even moderate pace. So I decided to kick up the feet today to be prepared for some great training rides. But as I sit here there is one thought of dread that is hovering over my head. Shaving my legs. Fuck the time has come where I need to start this stupid fucked up shitty ritual. I hate doing it but I must admit I do love the outcome. So Ill procrastinate a little longer before I break out the razor.
The other thing on my mind is Portland. I am going up in Feb. to visit and its got my wheels turning. I know it is going to be tough since I have been home sick since I have come back. And knowing that Thomas a good friend of mine has just moved up there to start a design firm only makes me long to return more. Looked up some apt. on Craigslist this morning and as always a ton of awesome affordable places to live up there. So I am going to go up with an open mind of maybe returning after the summer. I am going to bring up some resumes and spend a few hours pounding the pavement while I am up there just to see what happens. Once again not saying I am going to move back for sure but it has been on my mind a whole lot lately.
So here is a pic of me with the reflection of the open road in my eyes. Who knows whats to come? Stay tuned its going to be a cliff hanger ha ha!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
I just bought my CBR license for the season. This is the first time I have gotten one. I have always really dug their grassroots efforts to promote competitive cycling, it reminds me of OBRA from when I lived in Portland. I bought it mainly because I always seem to blow off the CBR races and I really want to attend them this season. Plus I think if I don't upgrade too soon I can score enough points to at least pay for my license. Although I have already missed the season opener and will miss the next race in Feb. due to taking a short Va-K back up to my old stomping grounds of PDX. But that still leaves 7 races to enter the series and snag some points. Ill leave with a picture since it always makes the entry so much more enjoyable especially since my writing sucks and is about stupid shit!
|From Rides January 2010|
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Rest week was more like work a ton and not ride week. Been working a few 15 hour days which leaves no time for riding. At least it is my off week. I will get a few hours in today, to total a whopping 4 hours this week. I'll train my ass off next week which will be time to start dropping the hammer as it is the begging of build. It should be fun.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Rest week has been just that rest. I have kicked up my feet and today (Thursday) will be my first ride of the week. I kinda screwed myself since I am working in La for the next 2 days and will go straight to work at the restaurant for regular work. Not quite sure how I am going to squeeze any rides in...but I will be able to get one in on Sunday. But fuck it I'm not going to worry about it. Nothing I can do about it and its rest week so that means rest of the mind as well as the body. Alright I am going to suit up and cruise around for a couple of hours.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Every once in a blue moon the stars align and a perfect bike ride happens. Now this is not to say that every ride is not wonderful, but they are all not perfect. Today I set out at 9ish which was late enough to find the sky full of sun and that same sun warming the air around me. I was able to ride with arm warmers and a vest being my only protective layers. Also I was rolling my brand new Ritchey WCS wheels (for training). I found them to be quite, stiff, and fast. Without a plan (which is very very rare for me) I decided to roll to GMR. My legs felt fresh and my spirits were high. I cruised up the Mt. listening to some great music and what felt like 20 minutes was actually a slow 52 to the summit of GMR. I decided like a bat out of hell and my wheels felt glued to the road as I cornered at 30+ mph. All in all a wonderful day on the bike. I didn't want to come home but alas to all great things must come an end...