Soon

This is what I want.

Mine

New pictures in my head, playing to the strengths not entirely out of the one or into the other but the clock ticks and the calendar turns. Program shaping up to make me the 'crosser I always hope to be. I can't get over how good my morning coffee has been the last few days, I am never disappointed, proper, stout brew. Tomorrow the bialetti gets its first taste of Peets.The pixels arrange their place and the image appears. Consistent, solid. Ready?

Clean

New pictures fill my head as I push through the meat of summer. The legs are responding well but being sick for almost a month hurts the head. Maybe get a good sweat going tomorrow and show a clean set of wheels. The best is showing through, efficiency and focus... The fewest mistakes takes over the faster legs. Power to the pedals and proper set up. Fresh rubber to take up one more variable, do the math, prime numbers are much more pleasant than not. Too many not under control, this is one more I can.

Grinding

Bloody cold commute today, superlatives aside, one speed cross bike for about an hour to get to the office. What it should be mid winter; cold and filled with penance. Not the cozy pleasure of skinning up the mountain in the peaceful morning air, diesel trucks and asshole cops getting too close to my left shoulder. Lead by example? Not them. I need more burly shoe covers too, the toes are just feeling normal now, an hour plus after thawing. I feel good though, tired and drained and full of chills. My feet still hurt from Sunday's ski in the crappy boots. I feel the soreness sooner when it's this cold and I don't do what I should, like ski to work. I needed more layers today, my mistake, the engine didn't even fire up that much until the last 20 minutes. Peets warmed me up fast.