I guess people are pissed about this awesome movies funniness. I mean, Robert Downey Jr dresses up like a black dude and people are calling him or the movie racist! I find it hilarious.
"I'm just a dude, trying to be a dude, playing another dude."
How's this, if you call that racism, then you yourself are racist for the pure fact that you take a comedy and turn it into something to complain about.
Plus Jack Black is on fire in this movie. And Ben Stiller does his normal funny dumbass guy thing. The opening minutes of the film had me cracking up, and Mathew McConneguhgheee and Tom Cruise was actually funny, but trying to be, not like that time on Oprah when he was jumping around for Scientology.
This past week Huntsville held host to the Stan Musial World Series. I hit a couple of games, saw some good baseball: some guys hit good, some guys caught good, some guys got hit in the head with a pitch, and some guys got kicked out by the ump. Typical ballgame. I was nursing a sore throat and drainage, so I was spitting up stuff a lot, and fit in pretty well there. I didn't fit in very well on Saturdays ride though. I stuck out pretty hard, getting yelled at twice.
The first time was for spliting two guys that took up one lane. The guy told me he'd knock me off my bike the next time I did that, and if I wanted to ride like that go ride with the race team.{Which to my defence, I tried finding, but I can't keep up with who's where and when}. I wonder how he'd go about knocking me off my bike? That would suck to get knocked off the bike by some older guy, and break my colarbone.....it'd suck worse than not being able to jump a curb and breaking my colarbone.
So with lots of work done on Saturday, I tenitivly went and rode Huntsville on Sunday, with the single speed. I raced hard the first lap to catch the bikelane guys, then on the second lap had the wood layed to me by Mitch riding his SS. If he gets a good start, put money on him at Hville!
And finally, I start my first Fantasy Football league tonight. I wanted to pick the Cowboys, but they told me that wasn't possible. So, I guess I'll just pick the Dolphins instead.

GET SOME!













I'm a procrastinator. Plain and simple, here is some primal quest stuff that I just found on tube you:


This is what they showed us a day before the race, just a little preview of what we were in for.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TmA9zOnLtyA





Here I found a video of the lone river section. I'm in the red helmet at the beginning....procrastinating on paddling.{not really, cause I know Jason will say something about me not paddling and looking at the freaking map again, but the boat behind was supposed to be the lead boat, so I was just keeping it strait until they passed us}


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1bXIyo3nrJw&feature=related





This video is just a warmup 24hr race we did to get ready for PQ.....I'm procrastinating to show the last video.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=as8Khh9kOnE&feature=related





OH JESUS CHRIST!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-cKc9_tJG4



Well, this blog is lost without a sum up of my past week.
Last Friday I drove to see Andy....what was his last name? Slimmy, Slappy, Swammy, Spammy, Sp..., Speer? After a fun night, and eating at Babes, we hit the sack, only to wake up early to drive to Garland to do a group ride at 7:30. My first 55mile ride in a couple of months. One bottle won't cut it next time. While riding a rider, Mario, said he was going to the wedding I was going to later that night. Turns out, he was freaking a murderer, and killed everyone on the ride(figuratively speaking of course).
So at the wedding, we go to the chappel for a quick sermon with the vows or whatever they call it nowadays. Short and sweet....it was a good wedding!
Then on to the reception. Magan and I came in ready to party. We gave the waiter $20, in case we wanted seconds and ate and drank a little until JMac and MRS>MAC arrived. It was cool to be at a cyclists wedding, as the table we just talked about stuff that was actually interesting to me! Plus there were more skinny people there than the normal hippos that show up. ARRRRRRRRRR{chewbacca noise}.
So we ended up cutting a rug once all the older folks left, and I dance and sang Lil'Johns "get low"{to the windoooooow, to the wall, wall, til' the sweat drop down my ba.........}you get the idea.
The next morning Magan and I left, said our goodbyes to Andy and Meaghan, and were gonna hit another group ride. We show up, on time for once, and don't see anyone. So we drive home.
Waiting for us is Cheryl, Aubree, and Presley. We hang and play, and swim, and ride the wagon for 5 hours. Then I watch the olympics.
The rest of the week is normal, I think, besides getting sick and not riding any. Mom did have a bad dream and woke up screaming and hitting my dad. It was kinda scary.
Anyways, there is more fun going on out there, and I'm gonna live it up every bit I can!

State TT

I wanted to do the TT. Then again, since I had no training I had serious thoughts about not going. Over the past year and a half I have gotten pretty good on my TT bike. However, not being on that particular bike in the past couple of months, and trying to do a longer type TT is a bad idea.
So knowing that I'd be going at 11ish, I figured it would be hot. So I put my resources together and got a very cold camelback bladder under my skinsuit.
Last year I did a 56:36 or something. I had been on the TT bike some last year, but didn't do any specific intervals for TTing.
This year, I knew what the course offered and brought knowledge to the table. I started smart, and kept my heart and power low. I kept a steady pace of about 28 mph for the most part, until my legs wouldn't produce power, or get tired from the constant pedaling. A steady 26mph would get me recovered to get back to 28. I was also saving some for the headwind return. And after making the turn in just over 27min I felt good. My legs were tight though, from the awkward position, or maybe the 2 minute warmup I got to do because I showed up late.
Non the less, I saw around 6 guys infront that I 'could' catch. About a minute to two minutes ahead.
I hit the headwind and felt that 24mph was a reasonable pace. Nothing would go below this, and I would get spurts of 26mph. I passed some blown riders, I think the heat really got to them. My camelback was freezing my lowerback at this point, that and my bodys natural tendancy to like heat, made me feeling ok.
The last few miles were the rollers, and I picked up my pace to catch 4 riders, and almost my 30 second man(who was around a minute at the turnaround).
I finished in just under :57 minutes, but still felt ok. My hamstrings were very very tired/sore or whatever. I was only :20sec slower than the previous year, somehow. And this year I was riding out of the aerobars for sometime. Final results are still pending.
After the ride I needed to find my Team for the Team Time Trial(TTT). I drove around and found them sitting on a tailgate of a truck. 3 seconds later, I pull off the road to go talk to them, and I find my truck in a 3 foot culvert. The right wheel is touching the bottom, the left front, and right rear are touching the ground, and the left rear is sitting 18inches off the ground. It was so crazy how close I was to flipping the car. Mom and Magan were in and yelling in my ear, "why did you do that???". It was obvious that I wanted to test my trucks capability of not to flip! Uh, I didn't see it.
Magan had to crawl out my window, Mom sat in the back hyperventalating. I heard several people cleverly inform me that a tow truck just pulled someone out of the same culvert! Luckily, James from Southern Elite pulled us out with his 10 ton pull capacity truck. I have pictures, I just need a download to show the monstrosity of it.
It later turned out that my team couldn't race. One guy had a sons birthday, one felt he was going to be a weaklink, and the other was ready, but I was just too bummed to do anything about finding 2 more guys.

I heard from Mark, and he got 3rd on his latest sail boat race. I hope he at least named his ship the Derilict ship. And he needs one of those eyepatches too. Oh, and a little parret would be cool.

Nnamdi was down for his last week in Texas this past week. He's moving to New York. So we did what any good old friend would do, we fought. We put on pads and had a night of tough love. I got a black eye, and learned I was not very flexible anymore. We hit up the Main Event, and found that it's not unlimited games anymore, just $10 worth. They do have this very cool game that took several of our dollars. It's a punching machine to see how hard you can punch in newtons. I ended up getting the highest speed(71kph), breaking the previous record of the machine of 66kph. And the highest newtons of our group, 910. The funny thing was there was a bigger(muscular) UFC guy there who hit a 901. He was around 10 other people and was egging them on to beat his 901. Weak little Wink steps up and impressivley shows his skill with a 902. Just enough to shut his mouth. Nnamdi shut him up even more with some impressive kicks that were as hard as his punches(only weaker because he had to kick to the head level, and no follow through). Anyway's, Nnamdi and I had a time, we played volleyball, made a snowman, ate an iccee. I'll sure miss that guy.