Monday, March 17, 2008

The Schedule Shuffle

I've settled into a rthym of Monday's being my day off the bike. But with 90% chance of rain on Tuesday, and a holiday weekend looming, plus a late crosstown meeting scheduled, I decided that Tuesday would be the day this week. Just one more day of riding, right? I was pretty drained from a long endurance ride yesterday. The legs were mushy. I stuck with it, and got some good efforts into a very strong wind (22G37!) . Good stuff, but I'll be looking forward to a day off tomorrow.

I rode the Stumpy because of the threat of sprinkles. After almost two solid weeks on the chi-chi bike the mountain bike felt awefully big, clunky, plush, and slow. But good too.

I fiddled with the seat height and angle a bit. I recently lowered my handle bars as low as I can get them by rearranging the spacers and flipping my stem. I still want a smidge lower, and will probably order a straight bar this week. I like the new positioning, as my weight is better centered. It's opened up my hips as well. I can now more effectively use my glutes and hamstrings for a smoother spin. (One of the issues I'm having climbing on gravel) Overall my posture is just better. But, I'm about at the limits of what the Stumpy can do, with a more-trailbike-than-XC bike geometry.

AYEEE! Crawfish Boil!

Saturday was my first crawfish boil of the year. It was a small test boil. I've found a new supplier here in town, that lookst to be pretty good. These were pretty big!

I really like boiling crawfish. Maybe even more than eating them, as it seems there's never time to actually eat when you are doing the cooking. Like most cajun cooking, it's really simple... Take a big pot, with a propane burner, fill it with water, add salt...



Add powdered crab boil...



A bit of the liquid crab boil...



Bring to a boil while the crawfish purge...



Boil em'...



Serve 'em for the chowhounds! Funny, everyone in that picture are native Texans! Next time I need more LA folks!



It was a good thing I got in my riding before the boil. We cooked, nibbled, peeled, and cleaned up until after midnight!

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Scourages

Took off for a long ride this evening. I wanted to take the Stumpy out, but I've got the bars off. I'm changing out the stem. I considered putting the bars back on, but took the Tarmac instead. Mistake.



It was breezy as the flag shows. See those clouds? After I crossed under 610 I notice it had recently rained. As I continued north it began to rain. Unfortunately the chi-chi bike has chi-chi slick tires. No sipes. YIKES! I also discovered the chi-chi bike doesn't like to be drifted! That snappy Tarmac handling is great when there's traction, but electrifying without it. I didn't fall, but if not for experience drifting across slipery surfaces on the mountain bike, I'd have bit it.

I turned south, away from the rain, and rode back to do several loops on Heights Blvd, and Washington Ave. Repetitive, but dry.

DINNER!
I've been eating like a horse since I turned up the fire on the training. I'm doing OK, because I'm down 4-lbs. over the last week. Tonights' meal started with saute'ed shrooms...



Pulled them off and pan seered some pounded chicken breasts...



Then I mixed up some balsamic vinegar, dijon mustard, and some spices.



I deglazed the pan with this and about 1/2 a can of beef broth (for body). Then I mixed that back with the mushrooms and topped the chicken. Viola!



Served up with some rice and yams. It's almost impossible to photograph yams in an appetizing way. Good thing they tasted good. Simple to make - canned yams and added nutmeg, a pinch of cinnimon, and about 2 tablespoons of maple syrup. The sweet potatoes were a nice contrast to the balsamic vinegar.

The Nation of Bonkistan

Yesterday was a strange day. I felt sloth-like on the bike at the beginning of my ride. I've sworn off looking at any GPS data until the end of this week, so I can't say if I was slow or not. I felt slow. I also know that perception is a poor indicator...

In contrast to that perception, I ended up being just on the borderline of bonking. Got all the symptoms of impending trip to Bonkistan. I backed off in time to avoid the worst of the symptoms, but there were a few touchy moments when I thought about to make yard biscuits. I recovery spun for about 10-minutes then hit it hard again. After that I felt great. Better than before. I even did some heavy-effort-low-cadence work for kicks.

INTERVAL THOUGHTS
This ride-bonk-recover-ride cycle got me thinking... Since I rode about as fast as I could at a steady pace for 1-hour before bonking, that should be close to my lactate threshold (LT), perhaps a bit above it. But I haven't seen this type of ride-bonk-recover-ride cycle in my interval training so far. I've been doing intervals where my heart rates look like this:



I've followed Friels' advice of the recovery intervals 2x as long as the work interval. For a 3-minute interval, do 6-minute rest interval. There are lots of places on a typical XC course you will see a 3-minute all out effort. But, where will you ever see 6-minutes of recovery in an XC race? Am I training in a weakness?

I'm thinking I should be doing intervals that look like this:



Smaller micro-intervals imposed on an longer interval of at or near LT. Train it like you'll ride it. Don't condition the system to expect a long recovery period that isn't coming! Instead, learn to limit and recover without getting too far away from the LT. Good idea or bad idea? Hmm....

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Sad News: CCWS is BK

It's final. Champ Car is dead. Bankrupt. Motorsports has to be the most effecient way I can think of losing money. In dying, Champ Car took with it the Houston Grand Prix. Link to Chronicle Article. Crewing for an American LeMans Series (ALMS) car was to be my only forray into motorsports this year. It's a shame the ALMS couldn't be the headliner for the weekend.

While at Reliant Park for the rodeo BBQ I noticed the fencing and barriers for the race had already been pre-staged. Seems a lot of people were caught out by this one. The upshot: The event conflicted with Jazzfest. This will save me a fare to/from NOLA. I now have time to drive down...

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Ctrl+Alt+Delete

This week was all about rebooting and resetting the training effort. I rode every day except Thursday. The goal: reset my expectations. I rode without benefit (?) of the heart rate monitor. It was turned on, but I took all the data off the screen. I didn't enter any data in the ride log either. For now, they are in the GPS. I'll look the tracks over tomorrow...



Am I riding harder? My appetite would say "yes". Mercy, I've eaten a lot this week. I haven't kept up with my calorie count, or weight logs this week either. My belt tells me I've lost some weight.

All-in-all it was a very satisfying week. Almost like when I first started out and could barely cover 3-miles. I've been missing that feeling of progress; even though I didn't know I was missing it.

A WINDY OPPORTUNITY
Sunday was very breezy! I rode the White Oak Bayou trail northbound at an amazing clip! Southbound was like dragging a boat anchor. At first, I was thinking some not-so-nice thoughts. Then it struck me that headwinds are about the closest thing to hills we ever get in Houston. So, I hit the gas and rode out of the saddle as much as I could at a climbing cadence. Sometimes you have to use what ya' got.

Later in the ride the wind backed around to the East. I hit the Heights bike lane. Because of the crosswind, it was like riding upwind both-ways! Yeeha!

REVENGE OF THE WIBS
I noticed something funny on the bike today. I had one hand on the top of the handlebar, and the other other on the hood. This had my upper body twisted a bit. I put both hands into the hoods, but noticed about 10 minutes later I'd drifted to same position. Hmm... When I squared up there was the unmistakable "pulling" sensation on the lower ribs when I breathed deeply... Hmm... I know where this is coming from. I'm favoring my right side. When I got home I had pictures from Bar-H in my inbox. Sure enough, there I am with an askew posture. Perhaps some target stretching tonight?

YAY! TIME CHANGE!
Hooray for daylight saving time change. It's another hour to ride! I actually had time to have a 2-a-day on Sunday. Spring is springing!

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Mind Games

On the road to Aransas Pass on Monday... this was good. It gave me lots of time to ponder and reflect. I learned ALOT from Sunday's race. Things that you can only learn by actually doing the race. No regrets about doing the race, but bothered by the fact that I didn't finish.

Certainly, there are some changes to my training regimen required. That's the easy part. The hardest part lies in my own head.

NEGATIVE INNER VOICE?
My #1 racing goal is self-discovery and improvement. I discovered something Sunday - my negative inner voice.

On the downhill portion of the start loop, I came on this steep, but short climb. It was steep enough that I couldn't see the other side. But I carried enough speed to get over it - barely. As I came over the top I could see it was a steep drop off after the peak. I don't know if it was the look on my face or I said something, but one of the spectators said "Go for it, you can do it!" I looked ahead and a 12-year old girl (who passed me!) had just cleaned it. I went for it. After realizing I was going to make it, the same spectator let out a big "whoo-hoo" perfectly in time with what I was saying on the inside! (I was panting too hard to let out any whoo-hoos!). It was fun as hell!

When I thought about this later, it struck me that if I had come upon that hill and saw "oooh fun" instead of "can't make that" I'd have a much better time!

Like I've always said, racing exposes your weaknesses and barriers to success. My negative outlook is easily hidden away in most of daily life - from others and myself. But it's still present. That negative outlook is debilitating on single-track, and in life too. And Sunday, it was on broad display to even spectators! This is the most important single thing I can address; because it's fundamental to everything I do from training to race day.

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Fail.

What a diaster... The race started well for me. The start was down a hill, and was fast-fast. The cow sh*t was flying and so was I! I expected to get spit out the back, but to my surprise, I was mid pack going into the single track section. That was the end of the good! There was a a bit of climbing form here. I had zero, nada, zip power in the legs. I blew up. I couldn't get my breathing under control, and I faded off the back. It sucked because there was some FUN single track after the climbs. I just couldn't enjoy it as gassed as I was. I was too busy trying to recover.

The start loop came up a climb back upto the start/finish line. I considered taking a bottle hand-up but passed by. After this is the big climb. I was gassed. I hit the granny gear, but the legs couldn't spin the cadence. Uh-oh. So I dabbed to push and almost fell over. I knew I was in big trouble. As soon as I did the unmistakable symptoms of impending expulsion hit. I felt flush, a splitting headache, and the mouth was salivating. After a brief shouting of my bib number to a marshal, I went to find a quiet place to puke!

I DNF'ed. What a crappy feeling. It was a long drive home. Just me and my thoughts.

Don't misunderstand, I had an incredible fun out there (except for the pain of withdrawing). I'm wanting more. But I'm not going back until I can finish the job.

GETTING MY ACT TOGETHER
I was ill-prepared for the pace. I rode harder than ever before. It's good that I dug for it. But it's bad that I've not seen that level of intensity in any of my training - never. I'm doing enough volume of training but the intensity isn't there. That's the most important lesson of today. I need to recalibrate what a hard-effort really is.

Tomorrow will be a time to reflect on the lessons of today, and plan a path forward. I've got some serious gains to make if I'm going to salvage anything out of the spring season. EK we have work to do!

Saturday, March 1, 2008

Made It To Bar-H-Bash

Before leaving Houston on Thursday, I dropped by the annual rodeo kick-off bar-b-que. Everyone says I don't have any pictures of myself on the blog...luckily, I'm borrowing these wimmins to pretty up my picture! These are some former co-workers and friend! Look at all those beers they drank!



This pretty much summarizes the drive out to Saint Jo, TX. It's pretty country up here. Funny to see dead grass. Where I'm from the field grass stays green the whole year!



Bar-H is a working cattle ranch. It is a crappy venue... literally!



That ain't mud! They park you in the middle of a working pasture. I looked for a cow pattie-free spot, but there was none around. Oh well...

When I stepped out of my truck I heard a dog barking. Not just any dog barking but the distinctive barking of a Boston Terrier who was pizzled off. How did I know it was a Boston? I used to have one. They bark this certain way when having anxiety that's immediately recognizable. It is just short of a screaming child. He was already getting hoarse. Sure enough, I found him across the pasture, dilligently gaurding his territory as if he was 150-lbs. Nervous Boston's have no fear!



COURSE PRE-RIDE
After unsuccessfully trying to pet the Boston, and signing in, I pre-rode the course. It's kind of like a recce lap during a rally! I should probably call it a pre-walk, because I did a LOT of walking. Partially to save the legs, partially because I set out without water, and hungry. But mostly because the course is difficult for a flat-lander like me.

Here is a descriptive picture...



Steep, gravely, slippery. I'm not used to hills. I'm not used to gravel. Roots and sand, I'm OK with! Man, rocks are slippery and I don't have a great method of keeping my wits on them.

There are some nice overlooks. Bar-H is on the bluff to the Red River valley. The change in topography from one side of the ranch to the other is really spectacular. The grassy picture (4 pics up) is about half-a-mile from the ranch. It's rolling grassland. This is the other side of the ranch...



No time to look at this stuff tomorrow, so pics from today...



More hills and gravel...can you find Waldo in this picture?



A fast, sharp switchback...



This course is an eye-opener. The climbs aren't super steep, or long. But the downhills are short, too. There's no place to "recover" on the course. Pace will be important. You are constantly on a descent that lasts 10 seconds or a climb that lasts 30 seconds. The place requires a lot of burst power and focus on gravely-traction. I'm probably going to wish my shoes were more comfortable to run in!

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Off To St.Jo, TX

Returned from a long day of work-related travel. Last night was spent preparing for fun-related travel! I take a lot of pride in making the logistics operate smoothly. Something I've carried over from my car racing experience. The first car race I attendend I was simply blown away with the amount of "stuff" required to support two race cars. It jam-packs two semi-trailers. I was more blown away that everyone knew where everything was. There was zero chaos in the pits - even when we had big problems with the car. Save the chaos for the race course!

The spares and tools are gathered and lined up ready to be placed into the truck. All that's left is to clean and tune-up the Stumpy and it's time to hit the road. I'll be leaving early to spend some time with folks in Dallas.

Here's a preview of the race...

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Joyful Sunday!

Eighty-one (81F) today! Beautiful blue skies. Not too bad for February. Topping off things, I'm celebrating an *almost* painless sneeze today! My friend/doctor/financial-advisor/cycling coach EK thought recovery would take "atleast two, likely four, and possibly six weeks." I'm right on schedule for that four week number...

Today's ride was on the Chi-Chi bike. I hit the White Oak Bayou Trail that runs alongside of TC Jester.



I like this path. It's car-free, and great place to open-up the roadie bike.



I rode to the end of the trail just north of 43rd Street. I stopped and watched some of the skaters for a bit on the other side of the bayou. Skateboarding looks so fun.



I rode back south, and then east down either Ella or 34th (I can't remember). I saw these cookie-cutter townhomes...



It struck me that I could have some fun in this neighborhood with a couple of gallons of paint. If you shuffled the colors around, your neighbors wouldn't know which house was their's!



The entire "development" is the SAME house... just one after the other. How boring. It's a shame what the "developers" are doing to this once unique neighborhood. I'll stop before I turn this blog into Swamplot!

POST RIDE FEED
After burning up the calories it was time to refuel. On the left is an egg and milk wisked together. On the right is whole wheat flour, sliced almonds, paprika, a pinch of cayanne peper, and salt.



Salmon filets in the milk/egg then the flour/almonds...



Then into a frying pan with a dash of EVOO. The result...



Served up with some lemon-cilantro-jasmine-rice and fresh (from Canino's) broccoli sprinkled with soy sauce.

WHAT'S UNDER YOUR SINK?
As I was cleaning up from cooking, I noticed a rapidly growing puddle at the foot of my cabinet! YIKES. I opened the door under the sink and the p-trap was loose. All of the water going through the sink drain into cabinet! Thank doG I hadn't run anything down the garbage disposer! Undoubtedly, I knocked off the p-trap putting away my floor cleaner. First thing was to pull everything from under the sink...



Yup, all of that stuff was once under the sink. It was a great opportunity to throw-away junk and clean up under there. The P-Trap was an easy fix. I'm thankful I can handle stuff like this myself without having to call a plumber!

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Going To The Darkside

Blogs are good for confessions. I've bought a chi-chi bike. An 18-pound, skinny tired, plastic, fragile, roadie bike. There was a lot of indecsion in this purchase. I (still) want a hard-tail mountain bike. I also want a cross bike. But in the end, I figured I get the most use out of a roadie bike.



Yes, I need to de-sticker it! I'm not becoming a roadie. I promise, it's just for training. Although, I may do a few crits between the spring and fall mountain bike seasons.

I'll do a more detailed reveiw when I get more time in the saddle...

UPDATED SCHEDULE
Speaking of racing seasons, I updated my spring schedule. TMBRA canceled the Tapitio race. I'd also planned to volunteer/spectate the Ouchita Challange race, but I've got a conflict that weekend. Still going to be a fun season!

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Back...sorta.

Late last week it appeared that my flu/caugh was making a break for the lungs! All week I took it easy, ate my Vitamin C, ate some mucous relief pills to keep the lungs clear, and slept - A BUNCH! By Saturday, I was probably 85%. Some amazing homemade chicken soup - THANKS JANE! - it was the death blow to the flu/cold/cough. Like all good food, it was as good for the soul as it was for the pallet. It put me the top.

The ribs felt great, too. Saturday night I celebrated some long missing action from my bed. That's right gentle readers - I was able to roll over onto my side!! TADA!!Not the side that I fell on. But nonetheless, it was the first time in two weeks that I could sleep any position except on my back. I was stoked! I could hardly sleep, anticipating good weather and my first ride in two weeks.

THE SNEEZE.
I woke up Sunday to beautiful weather. Ribs-OK. Flu/cold/cough-OK. Ready to Ride. But first I made breakfast. As I was cooking my omlette, I felt a sneeze coming on. I used my sneeze avoidance method. I've got this technique down. Pinch the nose, breathe shallow and verrrry slowly. KABLAMMM! It hit with my nose pinched off! That Hurt! Despite the smoke rising from my pan, I could barely even move for what seemed like an eternity. By time I finished off my breakfast, I was knotted up and hurting too bad to ride. RATS!

MONDAY BAG
Still hurting I had to sleep on my back Sunday night. It was worse Monday. I took a good 10 minutes to get out of bed. Gosh, Monday was a tough day. Achy ribs, discouraged, and I had to fire someone. On the drive home I decided I was going to beat the pain, or it was going to beat me. I put some sag into the fork, jumped on the bike, tender ribs and all, and hit the gas. The softened fork helped. The ribs still hurt. The well rested legs felt amazing! They were urging me on. The pain of breathing deep kept me at a slower pace than I wanted. It still felt sooooo goood to be back! Dare I say theraputic?

WHERE TO GO FROM HERE?
I'm not sure where to resume training. Before this interruption I was in the middle of a build period. Can I resume there? Do I need to go back and work some base mileage? I'm just not sure.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Nail In The Coffin

Forecast for Terlingua from the NWS:

Friday Night...Mostly cloudy with a 40 percent chance of snow showers or showers. Colder. Lows 24 to 31. North winds 10 to 15 mph.

Saturday...
Mostly cloudy. A 20 percent chance of showers
or snow showers in the morning. Highs in the lower 30s in the mountains to
around 50 along the rio grande.

I'm out! Don't need to be camping out in that!

Monday, February 11, 2008

An Uncomfortable Disclosure

I'm sick. There I said it.

Perhaps it's a futile hope that if I don't admit to being sick, I won't be sick. Or maybe it feels like acquiesing to defeat. I was hoping it wouldn't come to this but...I am sick. There, I said it again.

I felt bad this weekend, but didn't think too much of it. I slept almost all day Sunday, that was the first sign I tried to deny. The noze was stuffy too. The second sign, and denial attempt. Woke up this morning and felt like death. Like a trooper I covered a meeting, and immediately came home. Checked my temperature - 101.1F. Pretty hard to ignore that one! Off to bed I went, and have stayed until now. I'm up eating some chicken soup, crackers, and sprite. Then back to bed.

Thus far it's just in the head. With my still sore wibs I'm petrified of this turning into a chest cold or cough.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

No Wonder Adam Was Bitter

If God made Eve from Adam's rib, I bet he really resented that! Rib injuries suck! I didn't end up with a female partner for my rib injury, c'est dommage. Nor will my rib pain condemn humanity to a lifelong of sin! In fact, it's already on the wane. Last night I was able to move around, with only minor pains. I actually stretched, and though it ached, it wasn't that sharp pain, but the "good" ache that you get from a long stretch or a deep massage.

I'm itching to ride! I should probably wait one more day. But I don't want to. Is there anything more tempting than forbidden fruit? In any case, tonight I will also do my logistics planning for the trip out to Terlingua. I gotta get me, all my stuff, and a buddy out to Big Bend and back.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

What a Difference a Day Makes

Feeling much looser today! Instead of a constant ache in the side, it's down to just certain things. Like sneezing on my drive to work! Yah, that hurted! Still hoping to ride tomorrow, but that may be pushing things. It sux lounging around the house, feeling my fitness rot away. When you rest, you rust.

Is it just me or does TV suck even worser than it used to? I do have a Vonnegut book I've never read. I think I'll start that tonight.

Monday, February 4, 2008

Owwweeee! 2nd Day's The Worst?

Not sure if it's second day soreness, or the way I slept last night, but the ribs were killing me when I woke up. Getting out of bed was close to un-possible. Took me a good 15-minutes of trying to find a way to get up without rolling or twisting in a way that made me see stars!

Other than the ribs, everything else is great. I got a nice strawberry coming in on the hip. I think I see an image of Jeebus in it.... That spot doesn't hurt though, so that's kinda nice! Ironically, the painful ribs show no external signs of bruising. Go figure.

The biggest bruise of all is to my ego. It's embarrassing to fall at LakeLake. The place is smooth enough to ride on a CX bike. I did, afterall, ride off of what amounts to a sidewalk and into a bridge. ;-) Total DA move. Seems that I have difficulty with the easy parts and handle the difficult parts with ease. A concentration/focus issue, perhaps?

I have to admit in a manner this feels good. It's a reminder that I'm doing something physical and athletic. This mountain biking thing is fun, falls and all! Now, back to my heating pad!

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Jinxed Day?

Saturday started out with some Beeeeeuuutteeeeffffuulll weather! I awoke with great excitement - looking forward to getting in some quality trail time. I hurriedly packed up the truck and headed north on I-45, bound for Huntsville State Park. One little problem... I ran into this:



Never good to see an ambulance making its way to a wreck. After clearing the wreck, and spirits raised, it was on to Huntsville!



Unfortunately, I didn't know there was the Rocky Racoon adventure race going on! Several hundred runners on the trails = no biking here. Disappointed, I headed back south, comtemplating what to do with the rest of the day. Then I saw an exit to Coldspring - home of Double Lake. AHA! Undaunted and determined to get some riding in, I took the exit. This, despite not having a map, or a clue how to get there. I made it, too!



I decided I'd ride two laps flat out - race effort, then two more tempo paced laps. The ride went great. The heart was pumping, legs felt good, and I was making a great pace! Then, I came across this little section of trail...



It's a low spot with concrete blocks and a short wood bridge. Here's what happened, I dropped off the right hand side of the concrete blocks. You can see my track at the bottom of the picture. I tried to bunny hop back onto the concrete. Good plan, bad execution. I didn't get back on the block. Then BAM! I'm flying through the air and the bridge planks were rushing up to greet me!

My front wheel had hit the big sqaure board on side of the wood bridge (at top of picture). The bike stopped instantly, I however, kept right going over the handle bars! Darn near cleared the wooden bridge!

I knew there was a rider behind me that I'd just passed... so I dragged myself to the side of the trail, releived I could move, and tried to catch my breath. Nothing broken. No blood. Good! I sat at the side of trail for about 5-minutes collecting my thoughts, breath, and trying to see what kind of shape I was in. As I sat there I could feel my muscles tightening up, and knew if I didn't get moving, it would be harder.

I snapped that photo and moved on - at a snails pace of course. Which was hard, because I kept speeding up... I wanted to ride, dammit... then my ribs would hurt... I finished that lap, though, and packed up for the house...

It was pretty hard shunt! The damage: sore shoulder, very bruised ribs on my left side, a knot on my hip, and a scrape on my ankle from catching the handlebar grip. I haven't had the wind knocked out of me since (I think) 10th grade on the football field! Forgot what that felt like!

As I drove home I got stiffer and stiffer. Damn, a hot shower felt reeealllly good.

YONDER MOUNTAIN STRING BAND

Despite being sore, I made my way to see Yonder Mountain String Band at Warehouse Live.



My goal was not to move, but dang, how could I just stand around with this goove going on? I didn't, thanks to large amounts of alkeehol and some pain relievers I had. Had to hang around the back of the house, as everytime I'd get bumped by someone in the crowd the tinges of pain would shoot through the ol' ribs.

Ran into a couple of old friends I haven't seen in a while, and that was a bonus. One snuck up behind me and gave me a big hug. OOOUUCHHH! She didn't know, and I think I scared her with my shreek! Of course everyone took great delight in trying to make me laugh - which hurt like heck, too. Lots of smiles!

It was a good show, and it probably did me some good to get out and move around. The bluegrass music was theraputic for my soul, if not my body. Unfortunately had to call it an early night, as the pain relievers were wearing off.

Not feeling too bad today, but still sore as heck. Hoping to be back on the bike by Wednesday.

Saturday, February 2, 2008

LOOK! Yonder Is A Mountain with a String Band

Come one, come all, Yonder Mountain String Band plays Warehouse Live tonight. I will be there drowning my pain from mountain biking today. More on that little detail later!