opens up the lungs and lets me through the door. I hear the door
slamming shut behind tomorrow, with the fresh wind blowing in, too
close to wait but yes, it's close. Maybe the next time the sun rises
it will bring with it snow. Maybe.
My legs are less sore than my right lat muscle, I think that's what
it's called, running too low a pressure just because, to see if 20
was do able, it is if I laze it, stiffer sidewalls help too. After
that it's too low. Fun to ride with proper suspension, sag? got it if
I lean forward. Pre-load, check. Rebound, yeah, lean back. It's all
about the front end. Pictures haunt the head, pushing through the
dimmer views in favor of opening new windows and closing old doors. I
hope the sky is this color on Thursday.
Suffering up endless muddy climbs and having to walk 45% slope
descents. I am in early winter mode trying to keep the furnace on and
spoiling myself on a Friday. Still thinking bikes not skis, that
much. 10 degrees is pretty far from 2 below as long as we are talking
fahrenheit, if we are talking centigrade, I'm well below. More than
2. I have a few left, no count exactly, but it's there. The light at
the end of the tunnel, I will go into the light. Not too far off.
evening out the bottom line. I have the pieces in front of me but I
keep using them in the wrong hands; using the left when it's the
right that needs the tune up. After all it's just one fall gone,
better ones will come down again, another one in the tank, almost.
I hear the music in my head and try like hell to fit it in it's spot,
only the spots move, can't go off the old memories, always need to
follow, braille isn't consistent, this thing changes too. Having new
things in the old spots will get you close.
playing Whitesnake over the PA system, what kind of bullshit is that?
Ruining my shopping experience. I wasn't going to the store to listen
to bad 80s hair-shit rock. At least my lunch ended up being good. The
dark commute is adding another level to the rides, tempo followed by
increased food makes the day's rides that much better. Ducking in and
out of the shadows adds a lot to the day, volume lower on the iPod
and higher on the wheels. Without fail the program gets better when
this happens. Especially this late in the season. States and Nats are
looking better and better. Good blinky lights and better legs carry
me home through the winds. Pushing gears for the first time in 10
days felt weird, like I was cheating, better to know than not. I know
can't believe what luck to get my treats so late in the year. Late
night in the dark across the frozen mud, today a bit drier, with
daylight. You can't buy this fun. You could try, People have, but I
prefer my own treat. I stopped for a snack mid way through the ride,
sort of jerky like. Solo has been plan, this winter it will be more
of the same if the Epic is on the plate for July, how else can the
base be built for 5 consecutive 100k+ days on dirt? Singletrack in
November, listening to the coyotes, hiding out in the woods, perfect!
legs, longer later in the day on the paved paths. More changes to
come, mix it up and get the new set up ready. Looking for order in
the singular chaos. The numbers are all in place. Putting away days
like today is the best part of the whole equation, no steady
institutional agenda, loose program to enjoy what's left.
creeps in, lights enough to get home if they are paying attention,
just a minute, just a second if they are not. So far so good day 5 of
the new layout, the one not-stupid thing GWB has done. More daylight
to get me home. It really is all about me. Thanks for that moment.
Just a second of the day on trails that should be closed by now, this
global warming thing isn't so bad at 9000 ft. I got to ride stuff
that should be in transition to nordic season, real nordic, you know,
skiing. Not this.
Rocco has the most Rockin' Mullet in Colorado, I haven't been out of the state in a few months so I don't know of the mullet factor in other places, but he has the best one going for sure around these parts. He went to bike practice today, I played hooky, from all of it, work and well, work too.
bike season. Not sure where it went but I keep looking. Suffering
like a pig alone in the wind didn't get me a better finish than 5th
today. I earned what I got, no gifts, I wasn't faster and got
screwed , I wasn't fast. Great racing anyway, following some of the
best guys around and getting to see what other styles are like on a
courses we have done a million times. Guys riding sand I would
normally run, not remembering to close doors I left open. Mistakes
that added up but not enough to clear the ledger and move up 5 spots.
Tomorrow will be better, it always is!
I hear the race these days, not the music, still looking for the
middle, and the top step. Not mid-pack, mid top 10, get the music
going and get it through the end of the race, push on my terms, get
there when it counts not too early, maybe too late is early.
I was out of step the whole race. Not putting the pedals right, missing out on the important moves, trying time after time to feel the race in the legs. Pedaling one legged didn't help, my right side is so jacked I can't put my shoe on today. I need to listen better to the sounds of the race, put wheels to right at the right time. Maybe I got all of my good rides out this summer and I need to start from the beginning and create new ones. Rethink and re-evaluate the program.
Now I'm listening to the sounds of the computer and the heater system and the hum of the monitor, tuning in to the whole orchestra, trying to figure out if it's a minor or a major, happy major, down minor, in my head it's a bit of a minor third today, the interval is working out as the day gets started. The tonic is playing as I try to get going.