5/10/2009
Thin Lines
I saw the broken down car on the side of the road and I wondered if it was going to be me soon. Pieces strewn on the shoulder. Bike for the car, not smashed just failed. We break down or sometimes just break. Trying to beat the breakdown by putting the system under stress enough to make it stronger, not weakening to the point of failure. Thin lines between under stress and overtrained.
5/07/2009
Get on the train
I feel weak today. Little sharp edges are getting worn down. Leaving behind a smooth sheen stuck in the wind. The acid and aches are waste, like cooking down meth, 5 pounds of waste for 1 pound of product; a bit like training. 5/06/2009
Plague
In Australia they have these toads that cover everything and people can't drive without squishing 1000s, today it was worms, the first real rain of the season saturated the ground pushing the worms out of their labyrinth. Washing the bike tonight I scraped them off the rims, chainstays and crank arms. Delicious. Rolling through the worm field I hoped it would smell like fresh dirt, it didn't robbed of the subtle spring smells I look for at 9000 feet instead it was a sickly smell of rotting filth.
5/05/2009
Closer Look
White trash mocha after a thorough afternoon flogging. Fudge the clock the wrong way and there you go. Do work, son. Clearing out the pre-ride cobwebs to replace them with lactic acid ones. Sleep deprivation studies in the middle of a bloc. At this point I might as well sign up for a 25 hour race. I should do an extra hour.
Clicking through the ink misses the octopus, simpler to get it all done with one. Replace the empty spaces with full(er) cubes, less uniform geometric shapes, the hours aren't always 60 minutes, sometimes they get to 67 minutes other times 53. Average it out, makes for less insanity. Enjoy all the pieces in the fake random order they arrive in. Random? I doubt it, there is a rhythm, look closer.
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