Procrastinator

I think this is the first three day weekend in a while where I could call it a success. Or at least a success for me. There's usually some sort of un-fun home project or I'm sick and down for the count. Yes, the house project would have probably been a good idea (mainly cleaning). Not really at the top of my priority list this past weekend (or ever for that matter). Here's my recap:

Friday: Easy ride to Waway with Mike. Wanted him to show me the new Pumphouse go 'round trail because I was giving a Bearscat 50 tour on Saturday. Fell off of new rock bridge and into the water. I was sitting in the drink up to my neck. No pictures because I went ass first and my cell phone was in my jersey pocket. I know there would have been a lot of joy spread by that photo. I do apologize.

Saturday: Rode with Reba, George and Rick. Gave a tour of the Bearscat 50 course. First hot and humid day in the woods. Great day with friends!

Sunday: Dark Horse ride/Surprise B-day party for Webb. Fun stuff. Mmmmm....cake. Did I mention that there was cake?

Monday: Slapped a road gear on Mo and did a long road ride in Harriman. Hazy, hot and humid...glad I was not in the woods. I'm sure it was sticky and buggy as hell. Got the normal looks and questions from the roadies because not only was I on knobbies I was on a SS with knobbies. Was told to "shift" and asked "How do you climb hills on that thing?" by a guy in a full Radio Shack kit and a $10,000 Colnago. Idiot. Really disappointed that I didn't have my phone to take a pic. I rode by the beach and WOW. There was some "talent" out there yesterday.

Tonight: Legs are beat. Finally thinking about packing for Boulder. I have it in my head what I'm bringing. Now I just have to actually do. I guess it's time to get my shit together. This is really happening, isn't it? What in the hell have I gotten myself into?

New phone should be here tomorrow. I'll need photo evidence.

7 a.m. Thursday morning we will be on our way...

Stewart Six Pack

The Stewart Six Pack is in the books. Seven hours and 60 miles on the SS. Lots of mud. Lots of fun. Lots of saddle sores.

No, I did not recycle pics from SSAP. I didn't think it was possible, but the conditions were actually worse than SSAP. At least at SSAP you had puddles of water so when you rode through some of the crap got washed away. There were a few water holes on the Six Pack course. Mostly there were mud holes, sloppy ups and wet and evil shale. Each lap the mud got greasier and greasier. It was like riding in chocolate sorbet. At one point during my final lap I took my hand off the bars to wipe my eye and the next thing I knew my front wheel was flipped around and facing me and I was on the ground. Won't try that move again.

I rode Mo, the 29er S-Works Carbon SS. I still chose a pretty tall gear for the mud and for 6 hours. Gus the Bus (my Specialized Marathon single) was in the truck to be packed for Boulder. I thought about changing bikes because Gus has a smaller gear on. It was just a fleeting thought. I told myself that "the Lumberjack was coming". The bigger gear won. I practiced eating and drinking on schedule. For something that I do so well off the bike why does it have to be so hard on the bike? In the end it all worked out. I started so slow. Thanks to Ma Nature and copious amounts of pollen in the air my breathing has been less than desirable for the last couple of days. I knew if I pushed at all in the first couple hours I was going to DNF.

The first few laps were rough. I found my rhythm and my breath at around hour 3 and after that the laps seemed easier. I began craving movie theater popcorn and Slim Jims. Not sure what all that means, especially together. Maybe I'm deficient in processed foods. I was mapping out the drive home in my head to see if it was possible to swing by a movie theater and get some popcorn. I came in before the 6 hour cut-off and I knew I was going for another lap. No question. At that point I had my own little pit crew and cheering section. Hawaiian Mike, Rob and Mike were all there to cheer me on. Mike had dropped out. Not shocking since he had some sort of stomach funk all week. Usually, I am the pit crew/cheering squad so it was nice that the roles were reversed.

Poop flavored cake batter before the pudding covered bridge..Mmmmn tasty.

Getting my "Major Award" for 2nd (I chose the picture with the least amount of chins)

Ike had one hell of a day. He would like to thank Janice and Rossi for looking out for him.

I'll get to these sometime this week... or maybe I'll just throw them away and buy new ones.

Die Ipod, Die

The weather in the Northeast has been a big ball of suck at best this week. I've been so unmotivated. Yeah, I haven't been feeling great. The weather does not help. The joints feel like I have thumb tacks in them and I'm fatigued but that's no excuse. I've been feeling and acting like a slug lately. All I want to do this week is sit on the couch with the dee-oh-gee and watch bad t.v. Oh, and eat. And eat. And eat. Something about crappy weather that makes me want to strap on the food bag.

I thought about going for a trail run. The ankles weren't really cooperating today so I decided not to risk being crippled for a few days. I made myself set-up the trainer in the shed. Why not in the house like a normal person you ask? Well, for one, I hate to look at it. Two, it's rarely used. Three, it becomes a parrot perch or I am constantly scrubbing a cat 5 tattoo off the dog's head because he feels the need to investigate around and under the bike frequently. I hate the trainer. I usually will do anything to not have to ride the trainer.

All I had to do was get in a short and easy spin. I dug out my Ipod from the console of the truck. I knew it hadn't been used in a while so I told myself that I would ride for the life of my Ipod or for an hour, whichever came first. I was certain it was going to die within 10 minutes. Damn. That was the most excruciating hour of my life.

We were planning on a trip to MD this weekend to race. Earlier in the week I got a text from Mike saying that we got into the Stewart Six-Pack. Okay. Whatever. Six hours at Stewart. Could be a good thing. I guess I won't be getting a new bottom bracket in the SS. May as well wait until after this weekend because it's supposed to be another sloppy one. I need some long rides on the single if there is any hope of me finishing Lumberjack. Yikes.

What was I thinking?