He's ok if he's not the fastest on the block, but that doesn't lead him to treat cycling like an adult kickball league as so many do. Cycling is important. It's ok to train for it. It's ok to want to be faster, because that's actually more fun than sucking completely. At the same time, being fast doesn't make you better than anyone else, and he knows that, too.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
But I digress, we were picking up a few items and headed for the express lane. Our Cart had 4 bottles of Jones Soda, 3 bottles of water, a bag of cookies and a chocolate bar. (road trip food)
Now I knew we were well under the “12 items or less” guideline for the express lane, but I was curious as to how Grocery math worked. Basically does this count as 4 items, or 9 items ? So I asked the kindly young woman who was checking us out, as Dianne was bagging. She looked me dead in the eye, and in a scary voice said to me, “ Honestly, I don’t care. I ring up what they put in front of me.”
Well, alrighty then. I paid the young lady, afraid at this point that she might jump across the check out lane and beat me to a pulp.
Monday, August 25, 2008
The weekend with my Brother's family was amazing. Saturday we worked the Grange Fair, which is basically a fund raiser for a local service organization. The Smith Family BBQ has been drawing crowds and raising funds for almost 30 years. As Craig married in, he has become a key part of the BBQ team.
There were many other attractions like the pocket lady, who I admit made me feel a little scared.
and the hula lady who I have to admit made me feel... well a little pervy.
yeah, pervy, can't think of any other way to say it. I'm going to change the subject now.
Saturday Night we got together with a bunch of the family friends for a good old horseshoe tournament. Thankfully my partner was lights out, as I pretty much suck at horseshoes.
Sunday, Monkey and I headed out to Blunt Park in Springfield, Ma for our first cross race of the year. The weather was beautiful, the course was very technical and fun. Lots of logs, and being in New England the level of cross was high, despite being an early and small race.
On the drive home, Monkey and I commented how much fun racing cross was. It was even better than we remembered and talked about on the trip up. We admitted it was a little weird because we didn't really know anyone, where as in the Mid Atlantic we have lots of folks around us. That was a little like Bizzaro world for sure, but still the racing was so good, the people were so nice, man what a great time.
Both Monkey and I took the hole shots in our races respectively. I relinquished the lead when I dropped my chain bunny hopping a log. I went back to 10th place before fighting my way back to 3rd with 3 to go. Of course, I dropped my chain again falling back to 5th before finally clawing my way back 3rd on the last half of the final lap. The winners were pretty bad ass, I would like to think I could have ridden with them save for the time given away dropping my chain, but maybe not. I was pleased with my result, but also know I have a lot of work to do in the next few weeks. ( you knew that was coming right?)
Monkey rode a very solid race. I was super proud of her. She battled in and out of groups before finishing up in 7th place. She was all grins coming across the finish line, very satisfied with her ride, but like myself knowing she has a lot of work to do in the next few weeks. (you knew right?)
Having Craig, Beth Carter, and Taylor on hand and cheering was awesome.
Yeah, that's a four pack of barriers. Sometimes when you are the Motherland that means you can say "F-you USA Cycling, and your only 2 barriers rule too. We like 4 packs of barriers because they are fun!" First time in 4-5 years I got to run barriers like that, super duper fun. Thank you for that treat Motherland...
seeing JD and Mega is always an added bonus for us when making these pilgrimages.
Much love and respect to the Motherland of Cross: New England.
Much love and respect to the Pocket Lady of the Grange Fair,
thanks to her, everyone is a winner.
Much love to the Hula Girl for making me feel like a dirty old man.
What a great weekend.
It was nice to meet so many kind folks. I am blown away by how great this weekend was.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Wes, Monkey and I debate the virtues of tacos versus burritos from El Hefe.
This is BennydaJewlar, he along with Rob "scooter" Collins are going to shock a lot of people this year. Both are riding very well, and every time they touch a cross bike get better at it. You know how every year someone comes out of the woodwork and just kills it? You now have my two candidates for that title this year. wait and see...
I love this shot of Monkey.
Rotten Robert after an evening of fun and hard work. I laid down next to him and spooned in the next shot.
Thanks to Dennis for the great shots.
off to eat donuts!
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
has been well documented. My normal routine of garlic, Doritos, and a large black coffee before my visits has been my subtle rebellion and my way of leveling the playing field. If you’re gonna jam me, at least you can work in a place that smells like death.
Sure enough, the receptionist finds a hygienist who can help me , despite my appointment being the next day. The hygienist is cute and nice! Not that I’m in the market, but here I am with breath smelling like a garbage dump, and a kindly, cute hygienist, who by all rights would be on her way home, is staying late to help out my now disgustingly smelling mouth. I admit I felt a bit embarrassed.
I sat quietly and had my teeth cleaned, all the while knowing how bad my breath must have smelled. Perhaps I need to adopt a different attitude toward my dental visits in the future.
Finally, I have always been a huge fan of the Challenge clinchers. When I say that Jan usually follows up with a comment like, "how many flats did you have last year?" To answer that question I had four, four flats last year. So like the time I finally had to give up my "members only jacket" I have had a set of tubular wheels built up. They are Rick built wheels, and as always, he did a phenomenal job.
be safe out there kids.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
At one point in the show Kathleen looked at me strangely, she must have been worried about me. I soothed her fears letting her know that the difference between my dancing and me having an epileptic seizure, was that if I was dancing I’d be on my feet, if I was having a seizure, I’d be laying on the ground.
I’m not usually one caught up in light shows, but if I did have epilepsy, I’m sure that the light show would have tripped it faster than sonic the hedgehog. Trippy to say the least.
All in all , a great show.
The other day my buddy Mark the Shark sent one of those “get to know you” emails to me. I usually like that stuff, but had little time to answer. The one question that intrigued me was:
How do you want your friends to think of you: I didn’t answer there, but I will here:
“a kind and supportive husband, has fun, works hard at his craft, gives back, funny in a jackass kind of way, gets it…”
Cross is coming soon, I better get my but in gear and do something besides grass track. I mean seriously, I’m gonna have a sweet 2 minutes, but the other 43 minutes of the race are going to be ugly…
More rock and roll.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Seriously, this makes the "spiderman" kit from a couple of years ago look really good.
I recognize I'm no fashion guru, but WTF we couldn't spring for something a little better? I mean who designed that thing? The guy that did the team High Road stuff?
Simple, classic, clean. If only....
We had a wonderful weekend in State College. Buddy and Rachael are perhaps my two of my favorite traveling companions. Wes , Scott and Regan were great hosts. A little riding but mostly lots of rock climbing and hanging out. My entire body hurts. Wes the conqueror used all my favorite pictures, so I'll direct you there for more pictures...
Back to the grass track today. I felt a little better, even if my omnium results don't reflect them.
It was fun. I finally took an event, which felt good. E-town, Jeb and Jan set the pace and the bar pretty damn high today. Bilson, Epi, and Troop were keeping everyone honest. Benny da jewlar continues to dominate the 800 meter TT. Monkey hung tough in traffic. Tom rolled a tubular taking down Bilson, and Jeb with him. Luckily pride was the biggest injury. L-Web, Dan Ryan, (i)Paul, Sanford, and Dennisbike rounded out the group. Afterwards a bunch of us hit homegrown for brunch. I had the world's greatest BTL. Seriously, it's really good. Jan uses more salt than I do.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Okay, my attempts at being a super villain and world domination are pretty fruitless. I guess I'm just too nice of a guy.
Sometimes when I have a specific work out to do, as prescribed by this guy, I'll ride with my MP3 player. I enjoy the music, and I find it pumps me up a bit.
Funny thing though, when the effort starts, everything gets really quiet. I can't hear the music anymore. All I hear is my rapid breathing, and the only thing I am aware of is how hard I am pushing.
I'd like to say I was thinking about my rivals, or the mabra promoters who hate me, or even Tom McDaniel who will talk trash to me all cross season and at every cross practice. I mean do you know how many times I have answered the phone at work the morning of cross practice to have Tom yelling at me?
ME:" thanks for calling the clog factory, this is Marc speaking..."
Tom: "YOU ARE SO GOING DOWN TONIGHT, AT PRACTICE YOU ARE MINE. have a nice day..."
All that bound up antagonism, all that bulletin board stuff, but I don't think about it. It's just breathing, and suffering, and as soon as the effort is over, I can hear my music again- loud and clear.
kinda weird, but kinda cool too.
Maybe I'll never be a super villain, but I'm keeping my doomsday device:
Sunday, August 3, 2008
FM: "we should totally get the cruiser. It's got dudes. It's sweet"
Monkey: "you're crazy, this has dude's too, two storm troopers"
FM: "Mine has three dudes, a storm trooper, and battle damaged Darth Vader !"
Monkey: "The walker is cooler. we're getting it."
she picks it up off the shelf and begins to walk away.
FM: " Battle Damaged Darth Vader ! How can you turn your back on Battle Damaged Darth Vader!?"
We looked but couldn't quite decide, we picked up a cute shirt and then the most adorable kid ran up in front of us looked us in the eye. At the top of her probably not 4 year old lungs, she shouted, "MONKEY, MONKEY, MONKEY, MONKEY, MONKEY !" She held up the stuffed Monkey she was holding. Just as suddenly as the encounter began, she looked away, spotted her mother and raced across the store. We knew we found what we were looking for at that point.
DCCoD held it's first meeting of 2008. We called it Grass Track.
After a few 1 lap sprints to open things up we had 6 races on the slate.
Grass track is (i)Paul's genius plan, which is silly fun, and reminds you just how hard racing on the grass is. (i)Paul set up a slate of 6 tough races for the group: Dennisbike, Troop the Belgian workhorse, Jan, Scooter, Bad Andy, CZ, Benny da jewlar, Papa Smurf, Linda, EPI and myself.
Bady Andy took the omnium for the day, ripping my heart out and throwing it on the ground in a bike throw sprint for the win on the third event, a win and out. Curses foiled by a librarian.
The racing was fun, and a great effort. I'm still pretty shattered. I got my ass handed to me pretty good today, any illusions that I held about how strong I was, or how much work I have to do dissipated on the field today. I found myself fighting to keep my coffee in my stomach and not on my top tube. Luckily my goal is to be strong in fall, not on August 3rd.
a couple of clips from our 9 lap points race:
my cross/mountain bike shoes smell so bad, they were stinking up my entire car. I don't even like driving with them. They will no longer be stored in my bag. They live in the garage now.
47 days until cross season. I am so fucked.
Friday, August 1, 2008
I greeted him, and continued on my loop, and then as I circled back, I past him again, he was still doing yoga. This time I think I kinda recognized him.
In fact, I think I wrestled him back in school. I continue my ride, and pretty much convinced myself that in fact this was a dude that I wrestled in school.
I mean 6:30 in the morning, dude dressed in black lycra, rolls up to young Asian man wearing nothing but little orange running shorts doing yoga in the park and asks him, “Do I know you from somewhere?” or better yet, “you look familiar, did I wrestle you back in the late 80’s?”
I hope you can see my dilemma.
Left and Kevin one week into training: