Spank you very much

This weekend was a tough one, with services for Kathy on saturday and family gatherings on sunday, I was really ready to burn off some steam by pounding myself into lactic acid purgetory. Started with a "tempo run" on sunday for 6 miles. First time I have run 6 miles since "the come back". Anyway, the last three were LT pace, snot flying and everything. My knees felt like they had rocks in them when I got done, but that was only a preview of things to come.

Today, with the leg soreness fully peaking from the run, I decided to go do the nooner and then some climbing afterwards. Right out of the gate I could tell I was going to have to fake it for as long as possible, cause my legs were in the infirmary.

Dave Wyandt was out on his cross bike! I don't think anyone has told him that the season is over, but that was a manly ride. I guess it made it easier for hacks like me to hang as long as possible, cause he was off the front alot just drilling it. I made it to Alpine for the second time, and was 100m from staying on over the top but people were popping like kettle corn at the county fair and I couldn't keep covering the gaps. I got spanked hard, by the bike gods and rolled on in my lonely shame. No matter, I was done anyway.

I rode to OLH to do a "tempo" climb. HA!!!! That was a joke, I could barely get the pedals over and struggled to the top like an asthmatic grandma. Seemed like it took an hour or so, ok, not that slow, but it felt like it. Well, of course headwind all the way home, legs just sizzled. Perfect... Just another beautiful day on the bike. Which is not happening enough right now. Pain let you know you are alive, and right now I am just singing that Pearl Jam song, "I'm still alive"

Gonna go hit the Wassail right now, got three left and I am going to enjoy every drop.

Be here now,
VJ