it keeps coming, less like summer monsoon season, more like cross season. another two rides in the rain today, less lightning, more steady rain. i like the change.

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not too much longer. the season that matters most is almost here. better legs and better weather for the real work is about a month out. three good days of training, the best for cross, a bit of tt on friday, a good fat tire ride saturday and then a crit yesterday. legs were like a fart in the wind, here and there but not always right where they thought they'd be. i like the way it's going, the big guns were out for sure this weekend, push push push. this pic is from rocco's site, i was looking at the same spot saturday thinking i don't need a pic here b/c i can steal john's. the trick seems to be variety, i am always happy to get on the other bike, what ever bike it is. sunday was tough, the guns were firing on full-auto. i missed one of the moves and i punished myself for it. full wood for laps at a time to bring it back, finally i pulled up and sat in a while. gassed as i was for the sprint, nothing doing in the end. then we got to swim in the river in salida, what a way to receover from a hot crit. the kid was hilarious, peeing in the water buck naked, it was a white trash bonanza! life is good.

wet dreams

wetter days are here, the cycle gets going and it takes more to break it each time. i need a new rain jacket, mine is worn out. the bike gets a power wash with sand of grit and lots of water every day. better get going on that rebuild. warm boiler room drys stuff fast. hot showers not hot enough. pushing thru the rain isn't bad, light from the sky is what turns me inside. too many fried outdoors the past few weeks to risk that one. cold and wet i'll take, wet and cooked, i'll pass. there is always more cables and housing and a fresh chain, not much i can do with a bolt from the sky. no rebuild will fix that. more early and less later is the program, rolls thru about lunch timen and stays the rest of the day. can i take lunch at 10.30? drier then. or a dryer too.

colorado trail

photo dump.

loose

i feel ike i am getting looser, not that i'm not a loser but i feel looser. on the a.m. ride when i airsnot out my left nostril i get tears shooting out my left eye too, not onto my glasses, enough that it feels like i'm crying. on the outside. i always thought of myself as the crying on the inside type of clown. now if only my hip and shoulders would follow my nasal/tear ducts i'd feel like a yogi fresh out of a two month intensive.

yellow?

do your own thing don't follow.

horseshit

i have a bunch of pics from sunday's mini-epic up the colorado trail out of copper mtn. really cool riding and a ton of great little sections of trail broken up nicely by horseshit and horse damage. amazing how such a beautiful creature can mess up a great section of trail. riding the bike uphill for a few hours i got into my own rhythm, lars and travis did their pace, i did mine. gears and suspension change the dynamic. i felt good, the big wheels kept turning and the trail moved underneath me well. pics tonight. if my dog can't shit in the woods and leave it there, why can the horses? you know the poop is fresh when the flies are buzzing your tires b/c you weren't able to ride around that last steamer? why is that horsepeople have to suck and snicker at you when you pull off the trail to let them pass? even when i am the one going up hill?

sleep?

i had one of those waking dreams last night, couldn't figure out where the dream ended and the wake began. i heard the cat being called in from outside and the cat was inside, i knew it was but i heard what i did. boring, i know but i still can't figure out what happened, was the cat in or out? did shaubie call the cat in after i went to sleep? no matter now except i wonder where it was, in my dream or in my wake?

wet

why does hydroseed smell like rotting fish? better riding in the rain than the heat. i'll take it anyday, two rides so far today and both in the wet. we'll see what the third one holds. no lightning though so far, yesterday the bolt hit less than 200 meters from me, not good for the confidence. i felt the thunder and the crack of the lightning. mmm summer at 9600 feet.

interval

early out for the intervals in the rain. work needs doing. the good thing when it's damp and cold at 7 am you get better lung cookies to plant on assholes who try to clip you with their mirrors. and to dog owners who let the giant husky lunge at you as you ride by. wtf? i wish i could book a section of road with hills just for me, not too long an hour or so without any trucks, dogs, idiots. that's my american dream. get the work done and not need radar to repel the jackass factor. one stretch was exceptional today, sun behind me riding into the rain and seeing my shadow on the rainy path.