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I don't know how far it was from the house I grew up in to my elementary school but everytime I forgot my homework at school I was told to ride there and get it. I wonder if my parents knew they were giving me this compulsion; to ride when it might not be safe, on roads that might not be safe, in weather or light conditions that, you get it. Now I can't get more joy out of the rides, especially solo, in crap weather.

Fox

I find myself talking to the foxes a lot. Telling them not to worry about the guy going past them in black, stay off the busy road, hunt cats near the edge of the woods. That's bad, seeing roadkill, worse is being responsible for spooking him into traffic. So far not me. That's why I always talk to them, I guess. 

Exhaust

I stole this from Gwadzilla who found it somewhere else. I think it pretty much sums up a lot of my training. Know what I mean?

Up

I've been riding, doing work and not feeling rushed or half-assed about it. Soon I know, but for now it feels good. Sort of PRO, getting it done, slight order, clearly muddy. It all evens out.

Bloc

Finally home for a few days, no need to leave my little house, 3 days in Denver are good for the legs, bad for the head. Cold and fenders are better than traffic. Great dirt, clear and clean, rolling trails in March? Can't be beat, for the fun or the work. Little prices are paid now equaling better returns.

Pot Shots

No more pot shots at fitness, time to pull it together and follow a line to the line. A little bit of snow to keep the bike from being clean. More slush up high but 3 hours in the wind will cure that. 

3.3.45k

The acid in the legs or whatever waste you get from the work is lingering, making me feel more out of shape than in shape. I put the sharp end first, now it's the body's turn to make it into speed.

Tuesday

The wind and the dirt with a clear machine and fresh pedals, the trail let me through, I only had to get there.

Road side

I didn't understand why there would be a pile of fastfood wrappers and cups on the side of the road. I guess at 2 in the morning that's what you do, throw your shit out the window. I was asleep while the guy decided he couldn't leave his midnight snack trash in the car. It didn't really make sense, I think he probably felt guilty for eating so much and needed to destroy the evidence. No need to feel guilty, it's like eating a whole pie and blaming it on the dog, just deal with it. Eat, be happy, just don't be stupid and leave your shit on the road. Use a fucking trash can.