169: the funny thing about my back Jules...

Up early in the morning dressed in black. Don't ask why but I'm down in a suit and tie. They killed a homie that went to school with, damn, life ain't shit to fool with... err sorry, too much gangster rap lately. Actually I was up early headed out to get a work out in. I know Mayhew hates when I do work outs early in the morning, but with how crazy works been, I gotta get 'em in when I can.

It was still dark as I headed up the double track trail the runs along the Christina River through White Clay State park. Through the darkness I saw a beautiful white heron flying above the river. It was really a peaceful and serene moment. Then I almost rode my bike off the bank and into the creek, as I was watching the beautiful bird hover above the softly churning water, and I wasn’t watching were the hell I was going. It was still dark the trail looked like it was right there. So I looked up the trail, actually paid attention, stood on the pedals and took off to start my work out.







Cross practice this week was nice. A few folks came out; we rode around a soccer field. (i)Paul tried rocking 20lbs of pressure, and ended up doing a Pete Rose slide. Jeb try to see how hard he could lean it in a corner, and laid it down in a very bad place. A hard charging Tom ran over his nice new bike, which is now pretty much destroyed. In a very sad way that was funny. I think story has a happy ending. Jeb was keeping his pimp hand strong last night. I have a some bruises from said hand.





Kelly came down from Philly to give us some old school coaching, and had some great tips to help me clean up my technique. Sweet. Tough Cookie came down and gave us some inspiration. She rules. And Fuck it looked like she has a pretty damn kick ass time.

During the efforts I didn’t feel so sporty, but battled in with the group, and despite not feeling like I had a lot of energy, or could put down what I wanted, I battled hard and still had a really good work out. I did have to do some pimping in the corners, and use all of my fatpowers on the stair run up.

and then we feasted. The real story was how there was too many of us for the old El Hefe, so they had to open their new wing a little earlier than expected, and let us christen the place. "set up tables?" you got it.











you know how the dccod rolls.
Chika Chika Yeah !

only rotten can pull of the mandana.

is there any wonder Wednesday is my favorite night of the week?

respect.
faticus







Jan has his best run up technique. ever.
When I can no longer hide behind technique, Jan will own my sorry ass.