episode 101: fatmarc's back

I call that a reverse, and low Austin Powers.

Mayhew is a tough coach. First week of my program included polar bear wrestling.I kicked his furry white ass. (the bear not Mayhew).

Thanks to everyone who commented and sent me emails in appreciation of fatmarc. I love my blog, i love to tell stories, i love to write this stuff, but like all things, it must be tempered with balance. I generally pride myself in keeping good balance, and not wasting energy or time on trivial things, or things i don't enjoy in my life. The blog may gotten the better of me for a bit. I'd also conclude that i think much more clearly when i am not on the "don't eat anything that

makes you shit solid" diet.

When i wrote my last entry, i had all intentions of being done. But the reality is this is a passion for me, and happily i will continue.That and Jan won't give me a copy of Katies worlds race if i don't start blogging again.

I am a simple man, i hope you enjoy my simple stories about my life, my wife, our dogs, and the silly shit we do.

I can't say how proud of Katie i am. I remember how stoked i was when she won the u23 nats. Following the worlds i felt my heart rate jump faster than an interval session. Katie said some nice stuff about me getting her into cross but the truth is, great people find their vehicles to shine, Katie is a crosser, and with or without me, and the deer park she'd have found her place. I am so stoked for her.

rode old r-house tonight. This is the trail where I really cut my teeth. Long before I ever rode mountain bikes this was the trail i rode my ten speed on to get to Newark. When Monkey and I had our first apartment we'd ride this trail 3 times a week. It's where I learned to really ride a mountain bike, learned to love roots and cornering, and riding on the edge knowing that if you fuck up, you'll be in the river.

Over the years the trail as changed, logs come and go, sections of trail change, bridges are built and burnt. The one consistent is that it weaves it's way along the banks of the Christina River. E-town, Rob (NTNTACFMB20) and I met up with TedLogic. It felt so good to be on the bike again, despite riding pretty much like a Nancy-boy. My technique was just off, going into some of the dips, I just didn't have it. TedLogic was killing it, smooth like butter and rolling heavy. Luckily his lights died and the pace of the ride settled right down. Despite my ineptitude, I grinned ear to ear, I love this trail. Despite not riding it in a year, I will be riding it again soon. Sucking was never so much fun.

respect.

fm