Lunch

Good suffering at lunch, too much snow to ride a bike without getting hit and making all of that pretty snow into a pink mess. Pretty soon it will be singletrack covered in snow to get to work, without that I'm relegated to diesel fumes either way and the constant fear that the next one is going to be my last as the car passes too close and I'm a stain on the snow. It's not laziness borne of fear but fear borne of missiles passing too close to my shoulder. Did you think about that? At least I had a good lunch.

Looking in

I feel underwhelmed right now, the training is ok but can I really ask for more than 4-6 days a week? Everyone around me at work is sick, my hands are raw from washing them so much and whatever the hell is in my lower GI isn't happy. Brian having a rough go, too? What works better? Rest or the solution? I know where drive is, I know what fills the gaps, not so much holes as little valleys that are getting smoothed over before the spring racing begins in two weeks. Days off make me nervous, two days this week already as I wait to wake up in the middle of the night with chronic rot-gut.

I know what I have to do, that's the hard part, the keys are all there, the easy part is doing it. No matter what I do the pattern is there for me to follow. Good work, riding up hill for large chunks of time is the best thing I can do for my limited long day on the bike time.My legs are pretty good for what we rode and then extra homework I did before the real ride began. I see the cracks that need to be filled and the mortar I'll use to fill them.My half&half smells like mayo again, not Iban.

Symbiosis

I feel the legs finding their place under me. The keys are unlocking the places kept quiet for a few months. Fewer bugs in the system, fewer reasons to relax the structure. Institutional life, coming soon to a microsystem near you. Breaking down the cells to get the little mitochondria happier, to make the all of them happier later. Symbiotic. One good ride can change the early season, last time I checked the calendar there weren't many races over 90 minutes until May, huh? Why am I killing myself to do 4 hour days now? That will come. Right now I'll take my efforts as they come. Thick and fast is too far away to get any concern.

The view from here

This was the view out the window the other day as I made coffee early in the morning. I don't know why this struck me but it is pretty sweet, I miss seeing the octopus, the ink stained sky as I ride to work, maybe later in the winter or early spring I'll get that again. Get out early for some work before work. I can't complain, yesterday's penance was well founded, Waldek always manages to lighten the mood. Eastern Bloc has a dark sense of humor. We change the clocks March 11. I think my early commute will be dark(er) for a few weeks, with the late one being daylight. Not a bad trade except I prefer to train early instead of late. The line for afternoon coffee was pretty competitive the lady with narrow set eyes creeped me out, She was looking right through me, did she have xray vision? Could she see Brian? I wonder what it was that was so fascinating.

Surf

I'm not sure how real this is but it sure looks cool, explosives and surfing, two great things that are great together.
Dynamite Surfing - metacafe

Friends

I get sick of eating, we all need friends.

Pigs

The work is there. I saw a cop today chatting on his cell phone driving down the road on the wrong side of the yellow line, lead by example? The suffering is better, the lights are on and the engine is rolling. good climb on Lookout and better legs for it. Bigger bones go uphill faster. Skinny bones need to work harder in the wind. More this weekend as the days get longer and harder. I see the keys to the place I need to be, I know that the body is responding even after a 24 hour cold that lasted 36. The hard part is knowing when to get back after it. This weekend will be a lot of the same, I know that much. Hills one day, flats the other. I still can't seem to eat enough, I get full then 30 minutes later I'm hungry again. Can't some guy at MIT invent a calorie pill? I have what I do, I try to do the best I can with it. Rollers tonight.