165: i'm at the mall on a diet pill

Been trying to get to work late all week. Today I succeeded.

Going into my subpar time trial last week, I knew I had a break coming up. Perhaps on some level that played into my subconscious and contributed to my suckyness. Perhaps, I am just getting fatter and slower. At least I had the most doubles for the second half of the season in our division.

Regardless, I am currently on day 5 of a 10 day break. Bikes are all stored in the basement. I am one of those guys that Kerry Litka frowned upon for throwing away perfectly good weather to ride and race in, saving themselves for cross, when the weather is cold and bad. Now she writes for all the cross magazines. Bigger flip flop than John McCain. Good to her, pay the bills. She’s a nice lady. I’m a such a douche (Jan, the smartest man in town told me so).

"faticus, you're a douche bag."

Wheels are being re-glued, I am having Slick Rick build me a second set of tubies… New Chain Rings too… Time to find out if my efforts to gain power have been successful. It’s July but damn, I’m starting to lust over Den's, Mike's, Kevin's, and Anthony’s cross pictures. Then there’s this. Facebook for crossers.

Yes, I am geeking out.

So what am I doing with my ten day break you ask? Eating- A lot. I expect to break 180lbs by Friday. I’ve also been watching some movies, No Country for Old Men is no joke. Anton Sugar is one of the 5 best villains of all time. (Darth Vader, Hannibal Lector, Delores Umbridge, and Lance Armstrong are my other four).

Also been doing a bit of reading, a bit of resting, and taking subtle jabs at people in my blog. (perhaps you have noticed)

Buddy and I are going to be course marshalls for a section of the Fairhill Race this weekend. Notice I said we were going to Marshall, NOT HAVE A BEER STOP. From day one, Buddy and I have NEVER said we were going to have a BEER STOP. Apparently everyone from the current president of the trail spinners (wink, wink, nod, nod) to anyone who passes Todd on the trail is under the assumption that Buddy and I are having a beer stop.

This prompted a 7:30am phone call from Todd to insure that Buddy and I HAVE NO BEER.I heart Todd. But seriously, We never told anyone we were having a BEER STOP. There will be NO BEER STOP. And the truth is I’m kinda bummed, NOT BECAUSE THERE WILL BE NO BEER STOP, but at the insinuation, that if Buddy and I are volunteering, then we must be doing a BEER STOP.

As a promoter, I understand where Todd is coming from, I don’t like beer stops, I don’t want one at our races either. I was the one that made the decision to have a dry Granogue Race this year. I get all that. But damn, am I being punished for past sins or something? Try to volunteer and help out, and get the principal call in the morning. Maybe I’m watching too many High School movies. Too much drama.

I guess I’ll have to go stuff my face some more to make myself feel better.

Pass the cheesecake bitch.

respect

faticus

for those scoring at home subtle jabs went to:

Kerry Kitka

Jan Von Doom

John McCain

Lance Armstrong

Beer Stops (wink, wink, nod, nod)

Trail Spinners

Fairhill Rangers