Yesterday was a rest day, but that doesn't mean it wasn't exciting (for a bike nerd like me.)
I had contacted Brent and Ryan at Twin Six to find out where they get the T6 shirts done. I own several and the quality, design and printing is really cool -- like nothing I have come across in the bike wearables realm. So, they actually had someone contact me asking how THEY could help our "worthy cause"! I was pretty stoked. See, Spengahli and I shared a similar dream/vision many (many) years ago. We were in a similar position and in similar careers (again, many years ago). The difference? They actually did it, and are making a successful go of it. Yes, I am green with envy. Therefore when they offered up some kind of interest I was thrilled. They do some great work for Fat Cyclist's initiative to raise money for cancer research. Check it out...
While T6 can't take on our group just yet -- they have a lot of irons in the fire -- they did make a donation to LLRoF and offered to help support our cause by sending gear. That is a good start. Perhaps if we are ever able to broaden our scope it will be more feasible for others to get involved. Right now, I'll take the gear:)
Not sure about training tonight -- suffering from an inordinate amount of stress and tainted Chinese take-out. Sweats, chills and aches -- for starters.
Spin On
Friday, July 25, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Winding Down
As I approach MM I am in my last week of "full" training and will begin to taper. I did some weights last night and plan to hit the road tonight. My last big effort will be Sunday. Instead of doing the charted out 65 again I am going to climb the bridge several times to get a sense of my climbing legs (and VO Max which is what really suffers!).
Last night we broke up the routine and took the girls out early before an imminent rain storm. Just made it home, ate dinner, sipped wine and listened to the rain, atypically it fell without the associated thunder storm. Felt odd, but in a good, cozy way.
The Ruff Rider tee's came in today. Not 100% thrilled, but if there is enough interest I can always order from another source.
Spin On
Last night we broke up the routine and took the girls out early before an imminent rain storm. Just made it home, ate dinner, sipped wine and listened to the rain, atypically it fell without the associated thunder storm. Felt odd, but in a good, cozy way.
The Ruff Rider tee's came in today. Not 100% thrilled, but if there is enough interest I can always order from another source.
Spin On
Monday, July 21, 2008
Goals & Trolls
This weekend was about doing what I said I would, starting with 24+ on Friday night. Felt good, maybe because it was an opportunity to clean out the baggage from the week and ride away from work for a couple days. Funny how our weekends now tend to get planned the weekend ahead. Ride, Chimay, diner out.
Saturday was spin with a not-so great instructor. Songs were long and boring. I think I kicked her ass:) But it was a hard effort and my HR was pretty good: 179 Max, 130 Avg, 912 calories. Yard work, errands, etc. We had a great Italy re-cap dinner with the Michellini's. Jacimo took some great shots which I will have to get up on the blog. My fear was enjoying too much wine before my planned 65 on Sunday, but I think I tempered it with water and cheesecake. Dee-lish.
Sunday came too quickly. It is my only day to "sleep in" but it is a choice over the heat. I got over the first hurdle just by putting on my kit and walking outside. Hellishly hot at 9:10. But I rode. I told myself I did not have the energy to take on the "Troll Booth Keeper" and if directed, I would hit the sidewalk. Instead there was a car in the lane, I deftly moved to the inside and up the bridge. I smiled as I heard the air-raid warning siren guessing it was on my behalf. Suddenly, a third of the way up a fist-sized chunk of concrete flew up and hit me in the ankle out of nowhere. WTF! I had to stop, check that nothing had fallen off the bike. Nope. I surmised that the "Troll Booth" keeper willed it upon me. Picture a troll, eyes scowling, fingers at the temples willing the rock to fly up and launch toward me in retribution for my stealth move. At least that is what I think happened.
The ride was good going out, nice people, well wishes and concerns about the heat. I was able to ride with a young woman named Courtney for a while. She is a percussionist for the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra She was on vacation and had her bike shipped down. A great Scott. She had ridden that morning with a group of folks including a Cat 1 racer who do an island loop on the weekends. Congrats for hanging with them -- fast. Me, just slogging along.
I did the 65. Took 8.5 minutes off my 60 time and a five mile cool-down. The heat really kicked in about mile 38. I think I was barely sweating by the end but I needed the saddle time for Mountain Mama.
Took the girls to the beach -- our first time as a family. Shilo managed to drink saltwater and turned herself into a walking water cannon -- if you get my drift. Quite a site -- projectile anal fluids.
On that note, spin on
Saturday was spin with a not-so great instructor. Songs were long and boring. I think I kicked her ass:) But it was a hard effort and my HR was pretty good: 179 Max, 130 Avg, 912 calories. Yard work, errands, etc. We had a great Italy re-cap dinner with the Michellini's. Jacimo took some great shots which I will have to get up on the blog. My fear was enjoying too much wine before my planned 65 on Sunday, but I think I tempered it with water and cheesecake. Dee-lish.
Sunday came too quickly. It is my only day to "sleep in" but it is a choice over the heat. I got over the first hurdle just by putting on my kit and walking outside. Hellishly hot at 9:10. But I rode. I told myself I did not have the energy to take on the "Troll Booth Keeper" and if directed, I would hit the sidewalk. Instead there was a car in the lane, I deftly moved to the inside and up the bridge. I smiled as I heard the air-raid warning siren guessing it was on my behalf. Suddenly, a third of the way up a fist-sized chunk of concrete flew up and hit me in the ankle out of nowhere. WTF! I had to stop, check that nothing had fallen off the bike. Nope. I surmised that the "Troll Booth" keeper willed it upon me. Picture a troll, eyes scowling, fingers at the temples willing the rock to fly up and launch toward me in retribution for my stealth move. At least that is what I think happened.
The ride was good going out, nice people, well wishes and concerns about the heat. I was able to ride with a young woman named Courtney for a while. She is a percussionist for the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra She was on vacation and had her bike shipped down. A great Scott. She had ridden that morning with a group of folks including a Cat 1 racer who do an island loop on the weekends. Congrats for hanging with them -- fast. Me, just slogging along.
I did the 65. Took 8.5 minutes off my 60 time and a five mile cool-down. The heat really kicked in about mile 38. I think I was barely sweating by the end but I needed the saddle time for Mountain Mama.
Took the girls to the beach -- our first time as a family. Shilo managed to drink saltwater and turned herself into a walking water cannon -- if you get my drift. Quite a site -- projectile anal fluids.
On that note, spin on
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