http://youtube.com/watch?v=Z-mYy3mCYJo

CHECK IT! LAUGH. ENJOY!

pics

This is my group on Sunday coming in. If you look to the right of the picture, behind the big sun that looks like a lady, you can see Magan and Mom worrying why I'm not there.

My TT position. Fully decked out, and full speed option on. You can also see my training wheels on the back wheel.

From the Velosimo website. I'll be saving around 53.82 watts when I drop the stem and get lower. Thats equivilant to crapping a small child...or a large cat.

Oh, how de-lightful! Thats dubious of you to say that! I bid you goodday.

I weezeled my way in this one

Road racing.....it's kinda fun....and it's kinda not fun. I did my first race in 6 months at Fayetteville. Luckily for me, the first race was 3 races in one weekend.
We started with 68 miles on Saturday. Peice of cake....had I trained on the road bike any....and not eaten all the cake. I sucked, I was happy to hang on, and need to work on riding up hills and in winds.
Then we did a 6.6 mile Time Trial. I actually did good. 14:56. Again, 40 seconds off Travis' time, who won, with a 14:15. Well, not exactly 40 seconds, but I think I slowed down too much in some of the turns. That ride put me in 11th overall. If it wasn't good enough I'd've went to waco and mountian bike raced on Sunday.
Well, lucky me, I stayed in the road race, where the guys I race(not all of them) were little whiney bitches,as Jason would put it. For example, I'd pull into an open spot in the peleton, and just because I didn't see the guy behind me who was going for the same spot, and would get an earful of "GOD DAMMIT!" or "F*CK"....more like "F**********CK!". Sorry dude, you have breaks don't you?
Then when we'd pass a big John Deere tractor pulled over, guys would yell at the group "SLOW DOWN GOD DAMMIT" and for good measure, follow it up with a "F*CK!". I noticed a pattern here, it was guys not getting there way. Like when a guy was breaking the law on the left side of the road, and he'd hear the motorcycle beeping for him to scoot over.....he wouldn't hit his breaks, or look for a spot to come in. He'd keep his spot and yell at the peleton to scoot over. HA, what an idiot.
Soooo, that is my next point. The yellow line. I got screwed again, and one day I'll have the knowledge to get unscrewed. But the officials said they'd DISQUALIFY people for crossing the edge of the world. Well, I tried my ass off not to, unless some guy came at me and was forced to avoid the accident...but was over to the right ASAP.
The final 2k, I was gapped because of the yellow line, I suffered for 94 miles to stay with the group. And this final bit where the top 5 guys were on the right, and the other 20 were on the left....and me trying to play by the rules on the right at the back.......ahhhh crap......non of those guys got penalized, and if they did, it was for 5 seconds. I lost 30 seconds to that, and ended up 19th overall.
Maybe I can talk the referees in to giving me a QUALIFY card, to dis disqualify me from another race in the future. Or it might be good for up to 5 yellow line violations? I think I can think of a good deal here.

My training will hopefully consist of some running now. Injuries suck, and I hope to be in the game again soon.

Whose the mother flippin'?.....

I'M THE MOTHER FLIPPIN'.

I hate that lady on the cell phone.....the one that talks to everyone. You know her, and I'm sure you've listened to her. I know you've listened to her, she never lets you say a word, and if you do, she won't listen. The derilict world of phone companies. Please get a phone message person that doesn't irritate people with the same phrase every time I try to make a call and get the voicemail. Bahhhh.

I took yesterday off work, to go out and get stuff done. I took two of Jason's bikes down to the shop to work on them. I love going to the shop. I get in the back, and a guy brings a Huffy in and Ken yells at me to take the wheel off of the $50 bike, while he's working on a set of $3000 wheels for a $5000 bike/work of art in the form of a Pinarello Prince. While the backup Colnago sits getting the Zipp's put on. GEESH. I did my job, and did it well.....maybe that dude with those bikes liked my work ethic???

So after the shop, I get in downtown Houston traffic to go visit the muesem of art and science. Well, I'll go in detail here to show the full effect. Huntsville, my current location, is lone wolf territory.....I think Corey Ray is the only other guy that has rode competitively here.....there is not group rides, runs, or get togethers. While Houston, an emerging hotspot for bums who ask for cheeseburgers(witnessed first hand) and cyclists, runners and many other types of peoples. So this much bigger city I'm driving through has many, MANY bad drivers. Or maybe they're all really good, and I'm the bad one....but using a blinker was a good thing....or so I thought. Add that fact, with the one that I have no idea where I'm at....or really where I'm going.....and the fact that I am very lost when it comes to direction. As you can see just getting there was a story in itself.

Moving on, to the actual Science muesem. How cool was this? I never knew it had so much usefull information. I mean, I've been there as a kid in school. But geesh, I learned about Space, dinosaurs, mummies, and saw butterflies(pictured above). The blackhole movie in the planterium was spectacular and awe inspiring. Or I was inspired by it's awe.

Then it was off to the art muesem. It was ok. I saw some cool artwork. Then I saw some stuff that I don't know how people claim to be art. But it was neat to see all the Picasso's and.....well, it was neat to see.

I'm pumped about Fayetteville....a little tired, as I've gotten up at 4AM for 3 days this week. But somehow I think it'll be good for adventure racing. Speaking of which.....

MOAT has a website up, and looks neat, check it out: www.peak.com/teammoat

I held a course record!

For 20 seconds, I held the WCCRT TT course record. For a 10k, I pulled a 14:09, a course record. I was so happy. And I literitly got 15 seconds of glory. As T-Rav started 1 minute behind me, he smoked the course, and took revenge on me taking his previous record, and came in at 13:32.
Afterwards, I spent the rest of the day sleeping on the grass in a park. A rugby guy almost hit me with his ball. That would be a bad way to wake up. Hell, it'd be a bad way to go to sleep!
Then I went and learned that I eat wayyyy to many carbs. Well, if carbs=sugar. I want to try to eat correctly, so I'll be crunching numbers to find out what all I 'need' to eat, and cut out all I 'want' to eat.
So while in the Woodlands, I went over to T-Rav's house and tinkered with my TT bike some. Got the front end looking beter than before, so it's all good.
And as soon as I started eating correctly, I ate bad. Shaun, Magan, and I went to Tortuga and ate for an hour or so. Talked the talk, and drove home.

As for Saturdays ride....I mean race that I rode in. It was tough riding the Single Speed for 60 miles. I finished right under 5 hours. I think that should seal up the deal for the Texas Marathon Championship. Yay.

I did happen so see the new Will Ferrel movie, Semi-Pro. It's ok. I think comedys nowadays try too hard. Yeah, you can get a laugh, but a forced laugh isn't the same as a ; I'll never forget this moment laugh because I cried and got a hernia from laughing so hard. So funny that people around you start laughing out loud, and people you don't even know around the back of the IHOP start laughing at you because it's so funny. Thats the kind of funny that will always be remembered by those that fought with me in Lazer tag!

If I was stuck in a battle for middle earth, I'd probably make sure this guy was on my side. He probably takes a crap that doesn't stink too. Just one more thing the girls love about him.
I finally got to race with Dave. I need to HTFU if I'm gonna race with him some more. We came out with the "W" on a very awesome course in Waco. I actually contributed to some navigation. I actually can say I didn't, I repeat DIDN'T, get us lost.
Mark apparently got his dingy all wet this weekend, and got 5th for doing so. All that went wrong was he lost a fingernail. That dingy must've been out of control!
Jason was going to win in Bar H, but flatted with 2 miles to go.
I had my business socks on, and you know what that means.....it's business time! I ended up 4th, after a shorter race of not warming up. Eh, next time I'll hopefully get a top 10 callup, instead of the back row. Maybe the leaders won't get so far ahead and I'll actually be able to race them.
http://www.ebaumsworld.com/video/watch/227537
This reminds me of the wind we've had at the last two races.

I had to go to the dentist yesterday. My last checkup was great, 0 cavities. But last years checkup wasn't so great. This is about the time I was eating about a pound of candy a day. To say the least, I had 7 cavities filled.
Yesterdays visit was due to the fact that this 'cavity' wasn't fully developed....or to put it plainly, the dentist didn't want to make it 8 cavities, if this little one could make it and possibly go away.
Well it didn't.
So I sit for a short visit, and get the novacaine in the deep back part of my gums. Yeah, it numbed me up, but after 15minutes of letting it set, I was bored. So the dentist came in and drilled a bit.
OWWW.
More novacaine please. So 5 more minutes, and we try it again.
OWWWWWWWW.
MORE NOVACAINE please! Let it settle, and now I have had over 10 different shot sites in my mouth.....I didn't feel the second half, but I could see the needle getting situated....then plundged deep into my mouth.
Something like this is a scary site right over your eyes:
What if he dropped it right on my face?
I think it'd be neat though, to have been going through that ordeal again, but "I wanna be sedated" some on the stereo speakers.
Now I'm just recovering from some bruising where the needle went in so many times. I kinda feel like a fresh fish prisoner that took the wrong shower. But not really. But kinda.

I'm planning a race.

not just any race. a long race. well of course it'd be a long race, since my body has the reserves for such a race. this race will consist of many miles, and many racers. i will no doubt be by myself for some of this race. well i'd have to be by myself in a race against the clock, or an individual time trail. so yeah, fayetteville here i come. jmack better be glad, and don't push me too hard when we get in a break together.....this old body of mine isn't used to the road.
between having a sprint adventure race coming up on march 1 in cameron park with the diety of adventure racing himself. and saint jo the next day. and no lago vista(yay!). i really don't see any pre road races to fayetteville in the horizon. i don't even know the last time i was on my road bike. this could be bad......this could be michael jackson bad.

now to what grinds my gears:
you know what grinds my gears? litterers. however you spell it. people that litter. litterees. what makes someone think they can throw stuff away on someone elses property? but then again, dumpsters have a fine if you put your trash in them.

Today's post will summerize what happened this weekend.
I'd first like to congratulate Tristin Uhl for winning Valley of the Sun. Good job homie.
I'd also like to thank Mom and Magan and Jason for allowing me to complete and compete in the double marathon weekend.

Marathon 1: Terlingua Mountain Bike Race. Tons of guys preregistered. Tons of guys toed the line. One guy hit my bars while lining up, and took down himself and another guy, and a bike. I made it clear of my intention there, and I haven't even begun riding. I was gonna wreck shop.
We start the easy roll out, and I'm sucking dust. I make some suave passes, to get good position, but the race hasn't even begun. We cross the road, and I'm comfortable in 15th postition or so. We are CRUISING down the first section, and dust is everywhere. I run over anything in my path, bumps, rocks, sand....and I think a homeless guys cardboard home...I think. In the singletrack, guys are in a line. I'm comfortable, so I'm content. Then as the first creek bed area comes, guys let huge gaps open and I pass about 5 guys and bridge a gap to the end of the lead group.
Everything is dandy.
The Superfly rig is Flying Superbly over all the whoops, and doops. I am settling in a very doable 4 hour pace, right behind strongman Scott Henry. The pace got a little hot, and he is gapped, I can still see the group, but Scott is still motoring, and instead of passing and riding what I should have done....I waited. A little turned into a lot.
Then out of nowhere, the guy who gets 2nd, pulls past us. Scott doesn't hang on his wheel either. He must be out of form, because he's one of the strongest guys in TX. I pull around and get on the wheel.
Now the pace this guy is pulling is rough. I can hang, but it's definitly not something I would like to do on the first lap. Nonetheless, I make it to the climb, where the lead group is only 30 seconds up. I start the climb and hit my pace. I'm doing fine, actually making a little time...very slowly.
But here is where race strategy goes to crap.
My rear tire is hooking up great. Better than normal. But I notice that on some bigger rocks I am just gliding over....but also hitting the rim.
Half way up, I see a cameraman, and ask him if my wheel is flat. "Boy is it ever!"
I pull up to where the rough stuff starts, and decide to pull out the big air. As I started out with 28 pounds of pressure....I aired it up, to what I found out was a 55 PSI.
So I start back, after losing 30 seconds or so.
About 3 minutes after that, my chain goes inbetween my spokes, and my cassette. I catch it pretty fast, and jump off to pull it out and get the chain back on the correct cassette. Dangit, 20 more seconds elapse.
I climb the rest, now out of sight of the leaders. I get passed by the guy who got 4th, and decide to ride with him after the descent.
So as I'm pulling through the start area, the only part I didn't preride. I end up having to make a U turn to go get my feed. Baahhhh.
Half way done and I'm feeling it, that guy that I was riding with was motoring! So I start the second lap, and can now see a guy 35 seconds or so ahead. So I start chasing. Loren Dodson is only 30 seconds or so behind me now too. But I wasn't gonna wait on anyone. 20 minutes of riding and I close the gap ahead. The pace feels easy. Legs are feeling queezy. My stomach is growling and the wind was howling. The race was starting!
I make the long pull to the climb, into the headwind. With a guy in tow, and sitting 6th and 7th. I see Ray Hall ahead. 5th place. My place. Who knows who was ahead of him.
I start the climb and again hit my pace. A bit slower than previous, but the guy I was with was only putting a minute tops on the climb. And I was saving myself for a nasty descent!!!
I was bouncing this time around, as the rear tire hadn't deflated at all. But Ray was literitly 10 seconds ahead. Nat Ross was coming from below and was about a minute down. I can hold him off...pass Ray...and catch the guy I rode with. PERFECT!
Then as I'm hitting a switchback....a loose one, with a steeper incline, I must've downshifted. But not into a gear. Straight in between the cassette and spokes. I immediately shift to get it to realign, but I just made is worse, as when I pedaled it got deeper in.
Some choice words were spoken at this time.
I jump off, and start working on pulling it out. More words are flying, with an even more temperment to them.
Nat appears around the corner. "good job Nat, keep it up" I say, and he cooly passes me.
OK, so now I just need to take time and stop manhandling this thing, and think my way out of it. My hand is bloody, and I'm not really wanting to break something by forcing it.
This way doesn't work, and that way doesn't work. Finally, it sets. I jump on and hit the climb. Nat is way up the road.
I am climbing faster though. And I'm ready to descend.
I see him ahead, and I'm hitting the 44-11 regular. I'm flying down the caution arrrows. I bridge the gap, and Nat looked a bit suprised. Instead of resting after a long intense effort, I go ahead and make the pass, and keep pushing. Being the smart pro he is, he sits on and as I see this I go pretty hard. Then I see a small climb ahead. POOF. Nat is around me, and goes away again. Nothing much I could do, as my legs start feeling it.
So instead of finishing a doable top 5. I end up 8th. Which is good. But it looks as though racing the Smithville course instead of an adventure race is in my midst. My time was respectable though, with 4:15:25. 10 minutes off Sagers.

Marathon 2: After driving 9 hours after the Terlingua race, we find ourselfs in Austin for the half marathon. Magan was running her first one, and I told her I'd do it too.
We show up with 90 seconds to start. PERFECT timing!
BOOM, gun goes off and we start the 13.1 mile trek. Magan said she wanted about a 10 minute pace, but I kept it around 9:40ish for the most part.
I love doing these because so many supporters are cheering and so many running styles you can look at and often laugh at. Elf was even there running!
At mile 7, I turned to Magan, who has been sick as a dog leading up to this, and said "this is as far as you've ran huh?" Turns out, 5 miles was as far as she's ever ran.
Mile 10 and we were almost there. Haven't seen Jason riding his bike yet.
Mile 11, and here is a nice steep hill ahead of us. Jason is riding and somehow spots us out of 1000's of people. He starts singing and cheering so loud, and other runners were actually getting pumped. Some girls were getting hot and bothered with him around too!
The hill was tough, the only part that Magan wanted to walk, but a couple of motivating words kept her going.
The last mile she tried picking it up. Was trying so hard, and couldn't go any faster. We ended up with a 2:05:25.

Today I rest. But I leave you one thing to ponder. How do you think a woman, working at a sperm bank, can embezle without getting pregnate?

Ah, my back hurts. And it feels like those commercials where the red light flashes. I wish I could remember the name of that medicine that went and made the red light a green light. It kinda looks like this:
Hopefully that will clear up and just be from sleeping wrong. And so my preperation for Terilingua is thrown off again by my throat starting to feel the twing. Quick thinking by popping some Emergen-C in some water, orange juice and a thought of listening to Michael Jackson's "beat it", to get rid of it.
Top 5 this weekend and I'm cutting my hair. I do like the helmet hair I have afterwards though. But with 27 registered riders so far, it looks like my chances of cutting it are slim to none.....hmmm, maybe I should tell the barber that.
"Hello, what kind of haircut do you want today?"
"Lets go with slim to none, and take it easy on the sideburns pal!"

Paper Chaser

So, can anybody tell me how to make this picture my new slogan? I want some of what Nike is getting, but in a beter package. Just do it sounds kind of abrubt, and not very fun. But:"Shhhhh, JUST GO!". Now that can hit on all kinds of levels!

So I might finally be getting paid to ride bikes....I'm actually cooking up a deal to get paid to ride! I normally don't cook too well, so we'll have to spice it up with some salt maybe. That'll be nice, since I'll be sweating a lot more salt! What a perfect world.

Amy Winehouse happened to win a grammy.....don't the drug test those people? If Landis lost his Tour title for a little HGH or whatever, Amy should lose her grammy for a little Cocaine. As well as all the football, soccer, and baseball stars. Fair but equal. Equal and fair.

Speaking of sweating. How many mexican channels do we need? While driving home from Jason's the other night, I had no IPOD, or CD. I was seeking through the channels, and often landed on mariachie music. Which is cool, but not my cup of tea. And yes, I don't even like tea!

But besides the music, one thing has been getting on my nerves a lot recently. And I'm sure I'm not the only guy to do this....I'll probably be the only one to say I do publicly...but it's funny because it's true. Well, when you're forced to use a urinal, but rather a standard toilet, I normally get these great shots in the bowl. I mean, shots that deer hunters dream of. Shots that hockey goalies can't even fathom of stopping. Shots that professional athletes take. Then as I am peaking from my pitstop, that one little squirt pops out and lands on the seat. One little dribble. I clean it up of course. But this not only happens indoors. I've been plaqued with doing the business outside, pulling down my bibshorts for a quick go. It's good, it's good, almost done....dribble, and I have a drop on my shoe.....ahhhh, almost had it!

And I'll leave it at that....Shhhhh, just go.

Why? tell me why!

Ok, heres something I bet you had happen to you.
Why is it, when you're cruising down the road on the bike(or running in Corpus Christi), on a two lane road, with light traffic. That the car passing you, instead of going into the opposite lane to get around you, stays in your lane? Is it laziness? Too tired to turn on the blinker? I guess they think Cannondale's are very replaceable since they see them in Wal-Mart nowadays.
Ok, so now tell me why is it, when you are eating a baked potato, for example, that you eat all of the goodness it has, but on the last bite, you eat the foil. THE LAST BITE! I've had this happend with popcorn, the last bite was the kernal of a fully popped bucket. Or an apple, the last bite was the rotten part of a garden of edan apple.
I'm just glad you don't have that with women. Everything is great until the last....not bite, but instert a more postive, non sexist word....and then it is sour.

Riding was great yesterday, the cranks weren't faster, but then again, I didn't really try to hard. About a 7 on the precieved excertion scale. Normally I'm at 8.5. And I still went under a minute faster than what is a fast time.

How would I stack it up in a Triathlon is the big question. Triathletes are jack's of all trades. Well, I'd lose the swim. Do well on the bike. And try to hold on the run. So triathletes are beter than me. But take the same guy, throw him into an obsticle course style race, and I'd Jackie Chan, Bruce Lee, Chuck Norris, Dave Boyd, American Gladiator, Ninja Warrior, DMX, Ja Rule, Diesel all in one, flip, flop, fly, frog hop and whatever else I needed, to get through it faster. Now I just Jacked there trade!

Is New York having good riding weather? It doesn't matter, they're still Superbowl champs.

Argyle

http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/plaid

I think this was Jonathan Vaughters idea for getting argyle on the team kits for Slipstream/Chipolte. And getting the brit, David Millar....that was from the line, "you spell honor like a brit!"

Finally good weather will permit me to go out and test a new secret crankset on my TT bike. Results will hopefully give me at least 2 minutes on a 40 km course!

Should've been the Cowboys

Damn. Had I forseen the cowboys getting unlucky, whilest the Giants got lucky, I'd've predicted this outcome. I knew the Patriots were gonna lose the Superbowl. I was sure it was gonna be by the boys, but along come the lucky ass Giants to win 3 should be loses.
Eli Manning is so horrible. He made the worst mistakes in the game, and Brady out threw him for yards, yet he still got the MVP. That was stupid, a definsive player DESERVED that. Like the guy that sacked Brady, what like 3 times, and striped the ball from him.
Anyways, I'm glad the Pat's didn't win, Cheaters never win!

So far this year has been good. I've raced solid, in all the races I've done, and I've yet to be close to any kind of peak. I did the 12 hour race at Warda.
I can't stand a 12 minute race at Warda, so I don't know what I was thinking.
It started off horrible. Jason was supposed to be behind me with Mom. So I paid for the car behind me, two in my car, two in theres.....$24 total. That ranch gets so freaking rich off of nothing. Over 200 racers, at 8 bucks each is like: 1,600 bucks! Minimum.
Then as I'm paying the $85.00 registration fee, Jason comes to me and gets mad becuase I left him. Well, hell, it wasn't him behind me afterall. Some guy got in for free, so I wasted 16 bucks on that. I WASTED that money on a place I really don't care about, a boring loop, that shouldn't be raced anymore. I will certinly be happy when the TMBRA comes along and I'm doing the Ouchita challenge in Arkansas with MOAT!
So after that, I get lined up, with running shoes on. I was gonna half ass try to win the sprint, but some track start gets a head start and I can't close the gap. And my plan worked perfectly afterwards.
The switching back to my cycling shoes, allowed for about half of the racers to be in front of me. So I would be forced to ride a slower pace, and settle in for 12 hours.
A 2X1 on the SS was a bit much for such a slow pace, I ended up swapping bikes after 4 laps, and got it switched to a 32X17. Perfect!
The early laps were slow going. I wasn't going to 'race' until hour 6. Then it was on the gas a lap, then off for the next.
In bike terms, the new Gary Fisher SuPerFly was the fastest feeling. Followed by the SingleSpeed. Then the Mamacita. But who knows, all those 'tests' were done after 12 laps and each got within 2 minutes of the fastest lap(I think technically the SuPerFly got the fastest lap by pulling a 32 min lap, but sitting around a few minutes cost that....and night was setting in)
So after all the time of riding the same loop 16 times I stop. At 10:30. I wait. At 11:15ish, Justin comes in and says he's going out again. Argh. I was so bored of this, I didn't want to go.
I procrastinated enough to go out at 11:25ish, and did the 17th. At 12:01 I finished. YIPPEE.
I think if I was 'racing' this race for real, 20 laps, maybe 21 would be within reach. I felt fine, the legs had plenty of juice....but I'd have to really dig in the mental bank to do another Warda lap. I just do as much as needed to get the "W".
Terilinqua is my next stop. I hope the superfly will be available to ride!!!!

Lets get some work done!

http://www.dumpalink.com/videos/Most_retarded_exercise_machine_ever-70ki.html

WTF! How are you supposed to get any work done? I like how that guy says, "it feels great on my abs!"....if you kinda don't listen to it, he sounds like he says, "it feels great on my ass".

And so it was done.

I haven't ran much latley, but riding is fun, so it balances out. I'm getting ready for the 12 hour race, I just hope my rear brake stops rubbing soon!
I'm gonna hopefully do a few laps on the SS. And my rear NEVEGAL sealed up just fine, right in time! 2.2 inches of beefy goodness, all at the back door. Sounds bad, I know, but you know what they say, 2 minutes in heaven is beter than 1 minute in heaven.
I haven't ridden the power cranks much.
But the ROTOR cranks are very bad ass, for riding on the trainer. I can't wait to try'em out on the open roads.....or even, dare I say, a Time Trial!

Taken from one of the best movies this decade:

Lance Armstrong:" Well, I guess if a person never quit when the going got tough, they wouldn't anything to regret for the rest of their life."

And with that said, Lance regrets, for the rest of his life, not finishing Comfort.

One more for the good guy! (the good guy being me).

Now for a personaly topic. Just like Jerry Seinfield saying "I choose not to run!", I "choose to ride a bike". And if thats a geared MTB, a crossbike, a time trial bike, road bike, Single Speed or a mixture of any of those in any category legal to do so, then I will do it. If I rode a MTB in a Time Trial, nobody would give a rats ass. But ride a cross bike to a MTB marathon and you'll raise some eyebrows, but it's all good. But dare you cross the line and race a single speed in a single speed category, that my friend is too much. Call security. Mr. President, Veto this! Rabble rabble rabble. If I would've known beter, I could've just ridden my road bike in the SS category, and gotten just as much flack.

Lets also say that MOAT got another in the bag....and Jasons team a solid 3rd! Congrats guys.

I quit

"If you hear the sound of a chipmunk, get reeeeaaal still."
"But how will we know the sound of a chipmunk?"
"Oh trust me Joshua, you'll know.......Nft Nft Nft!"
Oh Wink, what have you gotten yourself into?
Today, I challenged a coffee drinker to a challenge. Probably because I want to prove that to stop something isn't hard, you just need to HTFU and do it.
You hear fat people say, "I'm fat, I want to lose weight" But when they get a workout, they want to quit and go home and eat. DUH.
Smokers are similar, "I can't help it, it's an addiction for me", maybe they prefer saying 'a dic on' me.
So to combat the stupidness of the lack of body control of your own body, I went to show that you CAN no matter what.
SO the challenge was for her to stop drinking coffee....in return I would stop something I absolutly LOOOOOVE. Candy. The sweet colors and sugar will be not near my mouth for a while. I'm cutting cold turkey tomorrow morning.
So because I know whats coming, I'm eating my fair share of the sweet goodness that God himself gave to mankind, I've already eaten about 50 starbursts, and 10 nerd packets.

I also want to give a thanks to http://kendausa.com/ . I love small block 8's even more now. That will be the key to beating Armstrong this weekend.

OOOOO weee

Lordy.....swatza tired swatza tired.
I just hit two days in the west texas mountains....well, more like the central Texas hill country. 150 miles, 8h30min, 5850 calories, 192 watt average. I like it, I like it a lot. Weather was superb, a bit chilly, but SUN and good vibes. Jason climbed a heck of a lot beter when he's confident. Magan did the deed too, hitting the descents beter than those in that race in France.... whats the name of it, the France Tour....Tour le France, something like that.
Ah, that brings me to my next topic, the Francey pants Lance seems to want to race mountain bikes this weekend. Well, How convienient! I had just confirmed I'd be there too.....I guess my people weren't on it like Lances, but get the word out, I'm going!
Yeah, and while your promoting my being there, I'll also be doing the 12 hours of Warda, also known as 12 hours of Winding Against Rational Decision Again. Cameron Chambers beter not show up this time.

I'm paper chasing hard this week, so recovery will be easy, but I'll tell you one thing....new carbon shoes, ti pedals, riding style, and a secret weapon will surely have people wondering what drug I'm on. Chigga Chigga Hell Yeah. Now Fogel take off the vest!

Weeeeeeeeee

So the Houston marathon got rolled my Mark and I again. What a blast! 13.1 miles and thousands of people. Although Mark ran with a different name on his nametag "THIRST". Ah, it was so funny when people would cheer for you saying " Go Nathan!!!....GO Thirst???" The hotel we stayed at was Dumb and Dumber worthy. I stayed in a place like that once, not as nice...but you know classy!

So today I give Dave the opportunity to ride Huntsville alone, while I go pick up groceries for the office. In line, I see 6 magazine covers of a fat has been:
Luckily this hefer isn't pregnant yet, or she'd be real fat. I just don't understand why she is getting all this attention to her. She can't sing. She doesn't look good. She dates white trash. And she is the appitamy of what a mom shouldn't do. But here we are putting her fat head on 6 front pages. Blasphamy! This picture looks like she ate a sheep and fell asleep in it's sheepishly soft skin.

A look back at the Excruciation Exam.(pun intended) This was the final bridge to Ric Tinney. Thanks for a great shot Hammid!

And Jason is finally gone, so begins the correct sleep cycle....mixed in with the perfect blend of intervals and a trip to Leaky, and I'll be seeing more pictures like the one above!

I'm We Tall Did.

A simple enough game, Guitar Hero, but amazing difficult. I find the Medium level my challenge point. And when the big riff comes, I find I just hit the first three buttons, and ignore the blue. Three of four is beter than zero of four!
Then while playing Metallica's "One", I find out direct that my failure is quite complete.

It's not even funny at how retarded I feel when playing, you send signals to the hand but they just won't work.

THEN I get on the powercranks:

The monstrosity that is retarded hits your legs as fast as Forest Gump running. Just clipping in is difficult, as you bring your second foot automatically to the top....while the pedal is at the bottom. At least I don't look as retarded as this guy.

So after getting on them and testing them out, I got serious, hit the retard in the head, and focused. In about 2 minutes I could ride them well. My muscles got worked, but I could do it evenly and consitantly. I guess pedaling fast circles isn't my cup of tea, because when I do the retard appears.

So note this, if you ride with me while I ride powercranks, get ready for a faster ride!