Top Secret Weapon

I didn't go riding this morning; I was terrified of the cold rain rolling in. Too bad I didn't get to try out my new toy.




A lanky guy like me needs long cranks (or at least thats the idea)

Slowtwitch sez:

While triathletes are three-sporters, we resemble what the baseball world calls a one-tool athlete: Triathletes can hit with power. Triathletes are the DHers of the cycling milieu. No finesse, all swat. We can't corner, ride a cadence, sprint, or descend. Tactically, we belong in special ed.

But if you put us on a flat, straight road and you don't endanger anyone else's life by situating us proximate to—within 30 feet or so—the innocent, we can go like heck.

Winterpokal

Craig, Percy and I are on a 'Winterpokal' team, so take a look and track how I'm doing. So far, we're doing OK.

Kinda sorta blog hiatus

In case you haven't noticed, its the off season and I don't have much to write about. I was running for a while, but my ankle started acting up. I've been seeing a physical therapist the last couple weeks and he's giving me some good stuff to loosen it up. Hopefully next time I try out running, I'll have a little less pain to deal with.

This week I went on the first Trevor ride. I haven't been in my best shape lately, so I started 15 minutes early with the B group. A couple of bad luck flats later and we were caught by the A group fairly early in the route. I latched on as best I could, but I definitely didn't have the legs to mix it up with them. We turned southeast South River Road and Jeff and Dennis amped it up to a ridiculous pace. That combined with a slight tailwind was enough for me and I was ejected out the back. Percy was kind enough to drag my sorry ass home, otherwise I may still be out in Manorville. Tboughts had some wicked awesome french toast waiting for me when I got back.

It looks like the blog won't see many updates for the next couple months. I promise I'll start updating more in 2009 when another season of races come around.