Whoa, Maybe I'll try this coffeeneuring thing.

I've noticed coffeeneuring as a thing the last couple years. I'm unsure why it took me this long to grab on an give it a try.  Perhaps it has something to do with the timing of grad school and what-not..

It's already weekend #2 by those who started day one.  And I needed to invoke Rule #16 (the Tara rule, aka Columbus Day) to even get going on it.

Anyway, I strapped the GoPro to the handlebars, put it on "take a bunch of photos" mode, and picked a few.  Here goes.

Roll out with T.  Damp dirt riding just to keep me humble.

Extreme leaning.  Ahem.

Whoa, fog!

Roll past MaM.  Always makes me smile.

Out on the lake, Discovery world and tall ship.

And Soup Bros (didn't see an official link).  I consider this a must try place.

But don't try to ride home with the soup.  There was an "incident" and we opted to eat it at the side of the road.  Do not look closely at my wife's fork, or you will see soup.

What a great day of just riding around.  All in all about 17 easy/medium miles.  At the end of the ride, I stopped my my local coffee shop for a mocha and a pound of espresso beans for the house.

Where: Colectivo Shorewood

What: 3 shot mocha and a pound of Toro beans

Bike: Milwaukee Orange one single speed.

Bike Friendliness score : high.  There was a bakfiet parked right behind me in this picture.There are a number of places to lock bikes, and local streets are not strangers to bicyclists.

Mileage: 17.4.

Quick Recipe - "Gambler's French Toast"

I made the title up on the spot, there could be other dishes of the same name, I have done zero research to that end.

Stuff that goes in the dish:

• a pile of decent bread that will in 1-2 days not be decent
• some eggs.
• Milk
• vanilla, with a large pour spout (important)
• container which a least appears to contain cinnamon
• 1 TBsp sugar
• Some butter for pan lubrication
• More butter for later.
• Powdered sugar 

How to make it

1. turn burner on almost full blast.
2. find most of the stuff listed above
3. crack eggs into bowl
4. add milk
5. dump in less vanilla than I did.
6. grab container which appears to have cinnamon, add a bunch of that too.
7. Look at "cinnamon" container to verify it is actually cinnamon.
8. whisk or beat with fork.
9. rub butter on hot pan
10. dip bread into egg mixture
11. cook the stuff.
12. once done cooking, add more butter to the toast
13. dump powdered sugar on.

Alternate title "Dad in a hurry Toast"

Kid did not complain.  Win!

Self Talk

I'm not the guy that points to left field.
I sign up.  I line up. I go.
I bite off more than I can chew, then take a good solid run at the pile.
From when the gun goes off, until the finish line I'm pushing myself there.

I'm racing no one.
I'm overcoming my own demons and limits.
I'm racing me.

I'm not the guy that writes it all down and tells you how it's going to be.
I'm going to see it my way.
I'm going to soak it up.
I'm going to take what the day gives me.

A good friend once told me:
"Never forget how cool it is to show up, put your toe in the sand, and jump in when the gun goes off. The difference between doing that and driving by and wondering is the difference between living and dying"

I'm no poet.  Does it seem like I've been watching too many Nike commercials?

It ain't really about racing, of course.  It is about picking stuff to do and doing it.  As fate would have it, the thing I picked this weekend is the Fat Tire 40.

See you there!  Look for the tall hairy dude in the 29nSNGL kit. Well, there may be more than one fitting that description.

This Year's Idea for 100 Miles of Nowhere (work)

If you are reading this you might already know what the Fatcyclist deal is for the 2013 100 Miles of Nowhere.  Short synopsis: sign up, get cool race schwag, and ride 100 miles in some creative way where you don't end up traveling very far or seeing anything interesting (example, around your block 6000000 times or on a trainer / rollers).

I was having trouble coming up with anything more creative than "throw in Lord of the Rings trilogy DVD set and ride on the trainer".  Then I saw this table for bicycles and a light bulb went on.

Why don't I try to do my 100 miles of nowhere while working from home?  Also known as, "why ruin a perfectly good Saturday inside the house".

I work out of the house once in a while and I thought it'd be nice if I could queue up a few "free" miles time wise.

OK sure, I stacked a bunch of odd plastic bins together and made a contraption that I can't in good conscience take a photo of and post online.  Today was a test run of the concept.  I spent an hour on the trainer while working, then rode outside over lunch, and another 45 minutes on the trainer cooling down while working.  I have to say, not having ridden a trainer in a good long while, this is going to be tougher than I thought.

I have a week or two to build up to the Fatcyclist's 100 miles.  I'll have to ramp up quickly.  The funny thing I'm thinking about is that post mile 80 feeling coinciding with thinking at work.  Can I get 100 free*, healthy miles while outputting good quality work?  This remains to be seen.  How hard can it be ?  Hoping it will give me some extra insights into problem solving at work.

Post setup note.  After all this went down, I got an email from TwinSix saying my race schwag is on it's way.  Woot!  And, OH, I'm not quite ready!

Small Pushes

Skipping a ton of background, I'd like to frame out this whole "Arrowhead 135" desire brewing before rumors are abound.

First, years ago I saw the fat bikes used at Arrowhead (from reading internet) a few years back.  They were using 2 rims laced together to make one wide rim, Pugsleys were maybe just a frame you could buy.. maybe.  And while there was a certain allure to the race, I never thought I'd do it.  It is probably worth mentioning I had an addiction to reading Icebike's website at the time too.

Second, I immediately saw the allure of a fat bike (the bike blogger's equivalent to "I was into Spinal Tap before the movie" for sure).  At any rate, I have long seen the fat bike as a "hey, let's just go ride and have a blast no matter where we end up" kind of bike.  Which fits me (slow guy that attends a few races as social events).

Not sure what order the rest of this stuff all goes in, but last weekend I did the Noque 25km Snow Bike race.  I should probably put up some sort of race report, but will just say at this point it was an all out blast!  Non-stop fun.  Grinning from ear-to-ear.  I am hooked on snow bike races.  And, let's just say I left plenty of room for improvement out there on the course.

Other pertinent information.  I am not a camper.  We love loading up the family in a mini-van and taking a gigantic tent to a state park.  We also love to eat at the local diners when doing so.  So to compare that with loading up a bike with all my supplies and hoping to survive the weekend, I'm a beginner. (let's not mention the 25 below part)

Currently 0F - 20F is "cold" but doable for me.  Northern MN at the end of January is in a different ball game.

So, small pushes.  I would guess the next step is to figure out how to load the bike up with camping gear and go.  Plan to meet the family at a state park somewhere.  Probably I should check out volunteering at Arrowhead 135.  I'm thinking this is some kinda 5 year plan where the culmination is to find out if the Arrowhead is even something I care to do.  I do love the idea though.  It's just as likely I end up with a greater fondness of camping and self reliance, and that would be grand.

Probably should put this on the list.. Find an Arrowhead participant and buy them a beer.  Know anyone?

Cheers.

Bike Shop Review: Angry Catfish

See upcoming post about the Surly Moonlander if you want to read more about the reason I was at the Angry Catfish.

Setup

Let me start by saying how lucky I am to live in a city where there are plenty of bicycle shops.  I pass at least 3 on the way to work.  I go to different shops for different items, and I have some clear favorites locally.

There is an interesting dynamic with bike shops.  You must learn who you trust at the shop.  There are few shops that I haven't been in when I was younger only to think "I'm never going in there again".  Now I understand the LBS must be attended with a discerning eye.  Know what you want and talk to the person you click with.  There are some great shop workers, don't let 1-2 bad ones (that probably don't last) color your overall experience.

Given all that, it was difficult for me to pass up all the local shops when I heard the guys at Angry Catfish post about pre-ordering Moonlanders.

I put a few feelers out locally, but no one had the same certainty those guys had.  In hindsight, I may have received my Moonlander a day or 2 early (or not).  But it is all about the crazy desire to own new cool toys first.  And of course, about the stories you can tell.  (We won't segway here to "why the Moonlander is my midlife crisis vehicle")

Also, I want to say that I enjoy buying from a local bike shop.  Occasionally, there are some ridiculously cheap things available on the Inter-webs and I just can not justify buying local at 2x the price.  But such deals are not the norm for me.

Bikes at Angry Catfish

I would be remiss if I suggested this was some sort of in-depth store review.  I went for one thing.  My anticipation level for the product was high.  I took a quick, dazed look around, an headed home.

That said, these guys did many things right.  If you're upset I didn't buy from you, take a few tips.

First, how did I hear about them?  The sell bikes and coffee, what's not to like?  If I recall right, they managed to get my attention via twitter or similar social media.  Most likely via some retweet from Twinsix (more cool bike folks).

Second, they really responded to their on-line requests, and promptly.  Look, how many bike shops have you emailed and gotten in depth, prompt help?  Many, many shops are on-line, but I have been doing this whole "Internet thing" since the mid-90's.  I have developed extremely high expectations of on-line presences.  These expectations may be overblown for bike shops.  It is easy to see how/why a bike shop owner would focus on running the bike shop vs. responding to emails.  I'm here to say though, that for me, the "responding to emails" thing worked.

They had me at, "we'll get you the bike in December."  But they won me over with the consistent, prompt responses.

Alright, I've overcooked the word "prompt".  Let's just say I'm impressed.  In a world of great bike shops, these guys were the right thing at the right time for me.

But wait, there's more.

Coffee

A little history.  I don't consider myself a coffee snob.  I know what I like.

I started really enjoying espresso drinks around the time that Alterra Lakefront hit the map.  Prior to that, I had enjoyed a Starbucks here and there, but didn't really "get" what the big deal was.

At some point, I was noticing a clear distinction in coffee from the local Alterra.  I chalked it up to personal preference.  One day a friend had sent me some coffee competition links, and I recognized the barista from the local Alterra on the podium.  A-ha!  No wonder.  These guys take it seriously. Side note, all the folks on the podium were either from Alterra or Intelligentsia.


Back to Angry Catfish coffee.   It turns out they serve Intelligentsia coffee.  Cool bikes + the possibility of coffee I will truly enjoy.


Here's how it went down.  I asked if there was something special they made.  AC suggested a "sea salt mocha".   I went for it.  Rule #1 in dining is "order what's in the name of the restaurant".  I wasn't in the mood for catfish, but the corollary is "order the specialty" (but maybe not the special).

Here's where I pull out the "not a coffee snob" bit.  I can't really tell you the nuances of flavor or robustness ratings.  It fit my description for "really good coffee drink".  The sea salt mocha was an interesting change of pace.


Overall

If you like bicycles or coffee, and find yourself in the neighborhood, I highly recommend a venture past Angry Catfish.  If you like both, it's time for a road trip!


Disclaimer


I wasn't promised anything special for this review.   I just hope it helps a good shop's business.

Dusting Off The Old Blog

Intro

It has been a while since I have had the time or inclination to write something out here.  I want to say that I have either been too busy to do a writeup of the great things going on, or it has been much of the same. ( in a way, both )

On with it then, I have hit a worthy cause for peeling open the blog again (translation, I'm pumped).  Kick back, this might take a minute.

How Did I get here?

It all started a couple of months years back.  I was going out and reading a bit of icebike.org.   Somehow I ended up looking at pictures of double rimmed Surly bikes at Arrowhead 135. A seed was planted.

Back when I was doing Ironman training, I vividly recall the weekend snow rides I would do in the winter.  A couple days in the basement on the trainer and I would be raring to get outside even if it was just to slide around in the snow for an hour.  It was good for my demeanor.  My mountain bike at the time was only loosely equipped for the job.

Cut to about a year ago.  A whole pile of my buddies who previously had not seen use for a fat bike, went in on a bushel (or some seemingly large quantity) of Pugsley frames and secretly built them up, hidden in their workshops/basements.  Then one day, "look what we found! They are so fun!"

Here's where the timing gets better for me.  At some point this year, Surly announced a Moonlander.  I was immediately hooked by the name, paint, fatness and really just the whole package.  A couple months back I notice Angry Catfish bicycles + coffee says "we can put you on the list" or some such. I put a few feelers out to the local guys, but no one seemed as certain as those guys.  Maybe they know Surly, and maybe they are just good marketers ( apologies in advance if I just offended the Angry Catfish guys by possibly attributing marketing skills to them ).  Anyway, the release date was close enough to a birthday of mine, that I started calling in favors.

... Skip the part about shaking nervously / excitedly for a couple months while waiting ...

Through the magic of the Internet and a really patient shop owner at Angry Catfish, we worked out the painstaking details.  I plan to write a separate post about what a great job they did.  ( We'll skip the pickup / awesome shop experience for now in the interest of - ahem - shortening this post ).

Cut to Sunday.  The extra large Moonlander has pedals, and is ready for it's maiden voyage.  But wait a minute.  Let me just take time out to say that the XL Moonlander is on the order of one of the biggest bicycles I have seen.  I am at least 6'3" and time has long passed since I have gotten on a bike and even considered there was such a thing as "stand over height".  Any pictures you have seen do not do the Moonlander justice.

What did I think? (a.k.a. The Ride - a.k.a. Pics or It Didn't Happen)


We'll skip right over the flat I got (and walk home because I hadn't chosen a bike pump yet).

Do not ask me to compare it to the other fat bikes, I haven't ridden them enough to say.  All I can tell you is it is an incredible joy to ride.  I loved biking already, but this bike puts a smile on your face from the moment you look at it.  Once you are riding, it's difficult not to just laugh out loud.

In my opinion, this bike (or perhaps fat bikes in general) are game changers toward the vein of "just biking".  There was no triathlon to train for, no group ride where I was just trying to hang on.  It was me on a bike riding down the beach in 40 F temperatures in the wee hours of the morning.  I was listening to the waves crash on the beach and just soaking it all in.

Very relaxing.  I am now waiting anxiously for snow.

OK then, one more shot without the flat.

I will try to cajole someone into riding with me so I can get a shot of me on the bike.

What Day Is It?

I happily made it past the new year without some sort of resolutions post to not follow. Unfortunately, that trend held on a bit too long. This post isn't going to be anything ground breaking, but I thought I'd catch us all back up.

Thing one:

I have a healthy rivalry with my bro-in-law. We have a showdown at Racine 70.3. It's his first 1/2 Iron thing-a-ma-jig. We'll have fun with it. He'll likely accidentally get top 10% in age group or some such.

Thing two:

Happy to be back in Chequamegon Fat Tire 40. The "incident" one week prior to last year's race left me a bit rattled. I've got my 29'n'SNGL crash replacement duds! I am full on ready to use some of that karma to claw my way off the back end of the pack.

Thing three:

We will skip over thing three, as it relates to swimming. I think I have a secret, evil (not really) plan to do at least so-so this year in the triathlon swim.

Thing four:

Seeing as I can count that high, I'll throw in that UWM was courageous enough to allow me into their Masters in Computer Science program. I would guess this means increased workouts to deal with all the studying effects. Plus, I believe it comes with pool privileges (incentive to keep passing grades).

Thing five:

Don't talk about fight club. Or whatever. I love putting things out on the blog in a way to say "hey, I was there." and "If I can do it, you sure as heck can." Yet with a few items/goals/whatnot it seems that putting them on the blog breaks some code of silence and causes havoc on my "plans". Therefore, we won't be discussing my success and/or failure with respect to weight (secretly, it has been going well lately -- SSHHH ).

The real thing:

I have wanted workout consistency for a long time, and this year I have pushed for it. Sometimes that blows up in my face. When it's good, it's really good. When it's bad, well we just won't mention those days. Just glad to be here trying.

OK, I guess the mic still works. Let me see if I can find some flow to this thing called blogging. Wish me luck. Say "Hi" if you see me out there.

New Shoes

Tap. Tap. Is this on?

I started to write a post today about all the progress I've been having in my workouts, and weight loss. It just wasn't setting down like I imagined it. In lieu of another non-post, you get this.

My new shoes feel nice.

I like to run in them. Yay!

Fastest run this year!

That's it.

Sleep Advice. Or is it "Advice, Sleep"?

Lately I've been keying in on the theme "take your own advice". It has come up in multiple conversations, at least one blog post I read, and who's knows what else. None of which has been directed at me. Yet, I can't help but have been swayed into listening for something.

Mostly, my own advice is pretty uneventful. I try to stay on the Zen-ish side. Do what you do. It is what it is. Focus. That kinda thing.

But today, I woke up after decent sleep. And it came to me. "You need to get more sleep." Nearly a voice from my head, my subconscious spoke to me. Wow, that must be the real deal.

I feel good.

First Ride

Today, I hopped on my bike. I went out looking for that old demon that knocked my on my butt about a month ago.

I didn't see any demons. I'm not sure I would have recognized them. Being the first ride since the crash, it felt like the first ride in a very long time. Leaves were on the ground. There is no race to prep for. Everything seemed completely different. It was just "a ride". It was good to get out.

It was an easy ride, in that I didn't have anything but easy in me. It was hard, because easy still took plenty out of me.

As I look to future goals, I must admit it's hard because I'm oh so far from them. Yet if I'm not careful, I will attain the goals before i know it.

For today, I am just enjoying pedlin' squares on a beautiful fall day.

What happened?

(feel free to skip to the end for the big finish)

It looks like I may not have posted in a good long while. What's been going on? I got into Chequamegon Fat Tire 40. Training has been up and down. Let's go back a month or 2 before I get to the kick.

Riding good, often. Not insane miles/hours. But I was getting out there.

Then we packed up the family and did an amazing vacation to Dinosaur Provincial Park in Alberta, Glacier National Park, and Yellowstone National Park. No biking, but the altitude and hiking felt like it was doing my lungs good.

Some of you may have been through the pile of work that hits you in the face when you come back from 2+ weeks of vacation. Well, let's just say mine was that pile and then some. It was basically 2 weeks of a pretty heavy oncall "fun" and sleep deprivation. I got through it, but any altitude gains were gone. I felt as if I was starting over, and only about 1 month out from Chequamegon.

New plan, just ride. I had zero for lungs and legs. I felt the opposite of snap. But I was riding again.

Fast forward to the point where my riding didn't totally feel like a lost cause. I was doing hill work and getting real miles in.

I cleaned up my Singular swift to "like new" quality. I put the badmamajama small block 8's on (thanks Rick). All ready for one last long trail ride before Fat tire 40.

(Here's the END part you skipped to.)

RAIN. Trails closed.

So, grab a road machine. Milwaukee Orange one is a favorite bike of mine.

Gatorade bottle full. Fixed gear bike geared for some leg muscle work. Day clearing up enough a road ride will feel good. Let's head out for 40+ miles and see how it all feels.

I will later find on my bike odometer 7.5 miles total. Some of these events are pieced together based on what I have been told.

A driver saw me on the side of the road, and called.

I recall talking to some EMT guy, but not really being in the ambulance.

I have some notion I was at the ER asking questions over and over.

Cat scan and some X-rays show I was normal enough to send home.

My helmet is busted.

My best bike kit, 29'n'sngl came back to me cut off. I'm highly appreciative of the medical help received. Obviously they didn't have time to appreciate the sweet full zipper action of TwinSix built kit.

I picked up my bike from the police station. It is fine. There is minimal evidence of some left side touch/rub of something (brand new new bar tape makes it obvious). All my injuries are right side. Does this mean someone nudged me over? I don't know. I could believe that or rider error either way.

I can feel my shoulder and my hip where I hit the ground. It hurts, but I"ll be fine.

Here's to healing quick and feeling like doing Fat Tire 40.

I'm very thankful for all that got me from the side of the road to "safe". I wish I had more story.

Still Here Spinning

Ebb and flow. Yin and Yang. Sometimes I can be in the groove and not post, missing all sorts of grand items. Other times, it's sore throats, allergies, oncall schedules and whatnot. These are the challenges that separate the regular folks from the superhuman cyborgs. All I hope for is to push through and grab back on at the upswing.

Post-ebb, I'm on a few week roll of some flow. I installed some wrist saving technology on my Singular Swift. I've been able to get out on some local dirt, for a few minutes here and there. I'm still crashing here and there while getting used to it. I'm super anxious to get out to the Kettles.

My internal clock is rolling back. I find myself waking up for some fairly early morning workouts in an "almost ready to fly" state.

Running is still here and there. It's in the background, hanging around, ready to pounce anytime I don't quite have enough time to bike. Today I had a great 70 minute run. It's been a while since I've done favorite timed run of 70-100 minutes. I need to keep those around.

I was able to participate in the L-B-L spring classic, pulling down a scientifically guesstimated 67 hard fought miles for the day. I got a few miles in with the boys. And a few more in with the girls. In between, there was wind, rain, gravel, long john donuts, imagined hot tubs, and cow dung. Hanging with the fast guys on 2-3 straightaways was a blast and a half. It was totally worth getting dropped like a rock (twice) on the corners / uphills / gravel. I'll have to work on that. Then getting the best of both worlds, I got to chat with the women while we took the long way back to Luxemburg. I was awarded with frozen toes, a Belgian flag, and some ravioli upon finish. Hard to argue with that day. Made it home in time to hobble around with the kids.

OH yeah, my Chequamegon Fat Tire 40 check cashed. Woot!

Much more going on, I'm sure. This is what I'm sharing for now.

Coughing Fits

Anxiously heading into 2010 with a similar list of improvements I'd like to see. Hoping to get even closer to that fit picture I have of myself. I have spent a few weeks of regular, consistent riding and or running here and there. Alternating weeks of some horrid uber cough have left me taking some time out.

Yesterday I hit up the local doc, knowing I had waited the essential "how long has this been going on" period of 7 months (or 2 weeks).

As I sit typing this, the antibiotics are taking hold. Ready to rid my body of that horrid cough so I can put it back to work. Time to grab the hammer and start molding it into shape.

I foisted myself out of the stone ages and picked up a front shock for that there new 29er I got last year. I'm calling it an opportunity for extra downhill courage with the added benefit of saving my "not getting any younger" wrists. We'll see what happens.

Pay No Attention

Do not look at that guy riding his bike. Instead look at his surroundings. I can speak for the slow guys (or yesterday slow guy), it was a great day to be out there. And if I can do it, you can too.

Thanks to Russell for the photo.

I needed that

A couple hours of toe freezing action on trails and the road with some CX tires was just what I needed. I will give a nod to the fact that mentally it took a bit of heavy lifting to convince myself to go. Always remember that it's better once you get out there.

My toes are thawing out. A hot shower and cup of hot chocolate is in order.

All This Talk of CX

Chequamegon is in the books.

Cyclocross is the thing to do, for sure. I will vow to spectate at a few races or more. But here is the current situation.

Work is changing. Oncall is happening. I've got the trainer setup. Temps are diving. Mind you, I'll be using the oncall excuse to ride inside. I love to ride outside when it's cold, but somehow don't dig it when the temps are falling. What can I say?

Running seems to be creeping into my schedule. I don't know what that means, but I'm all for it. Especially if it gets me through winter lighter vs any other weight.

There. That's the quick and dirty.

Ch-ch-ch-ch-chequamegon Fat Tire 40

I went into my sophomore Fat Tire 40 effort with a few guidelines:

• Stay off the brakes.
• Take the roll out easy. Last year I had the cold, hard evidence of popping on the first hill in the grass. There I was immediately wondering if I had stupidly forsaken my race. I didn't want to be there again.
  
• Stay off the brakes.
• Carry as much momentum into the hills as possible. Spin! Push! Pull! Drag! Then if that fails do some CX practice.
• Stay off the brakes.
• Did I mention stay off the brakes?

I rolled it out nice and slow, way in the back. Bro-in-law was hanging with me and yukking it up. Bubba and crew went by in no time. I said "hey" and settled in to ride my race.

When I hit the grass, I started working my own version of what felt like magic. Finding my rhythm. I thought bro-in-law was shortly behind me, but in truth he said I pretty much left him right there. At the first big down hill I donated one of two brand new Gatorade filled bottles to the ditch and kept going. It was a sign I didn't need the weight.

My memory of the race course wasn't so good. I decided to do CX practice for a few of the steeper hills in effort to save my legs for later. It was for this reason I took turns passing and being passed by another single speeder on a rigid bike. Me taking a bit more pounding on the downhills, her getting up the hills a bit better.

Somewhere fairly early on, I heard a clicking coming from the drive train. I was certain I had tightened it all down. The EBB had loosened and I needed to fix it. After figuring the problem and tightening I was off and going again. I was a bit miffed to see all the folks I had just passed with my uber-uphill-momentum thing going by. Chain tightened, I attempted a sweet CX mount of which there is luckily no evidence. Off again I went.

I couple times I was caught barreling down a gravel road in the wrong spot (deeper gravel section). No harm, no foul. Mental note for next time, look for the good part of the road if possible.

Most of the time I was working slightly harder than I thought I could for this race. I wondered if it was going to come back and bite me. I wondered what those around me though of the huffing and puffing. I was just hanging on and hoping to surprise myself.

On the upshot, I had really forgotten how much downhill there was. I was laughing with excitement down more than a few of them. Happy to have the recovery. Yet there were certainly times of "relax, you can do this". Even a few bumpy downhills, I went a bit too fast and joggled my brain more than it should have. I was fine, but secretly wishing for a bit of front suspension.

Cutting to the chase. I kept checking my watch, racing my race and keeping an eye on my four hour goal. Mind you, there is little you can do about time goals mid race except check on their status. I was keeping a decent 10 mph average, perfect for the goal. What I didn't know was how the dooming fire tower hill or it's successors would treat my beloved average.

Fire tower hill. I walked/pushed most of it. (Note for Russell, this is where I passed Randy. Not quite realizing it was him until later). One final check of the watch and I was still on my 10 mph average. It could go either way here folks.

Somewhere out there, I ran into a fellow blogger and chatted a bit. We bantered about who was ahead. I'm sure we traded spots a few times due to elevation changes and our various ways of dealing with it. No matter who got the shorter time, she wins. Her team was holding the beer for her at the finish line.

I did my best to stay off the brakes while the miles counted down. I'll admit to tapping the brakes once or twice in a "I made it this far I AM NOT crashing now" kinda move.

Somewhere in here I started realizing that not only sub-4 could happen, but I could also beat last year's 4:52 by an hour. Push, push, push.. Don't give up. Don't stop. Stay off the brakes.

I wasn't in the running for "most donut holes ingested", but I had 1-2 at each of 3-4 aid stations. No gels where harmed in the riding of my race.

Once seeing "5 to go", "3 to go", and even "2 to go" the miles were absolutely flying by. My fun was nearly to an end. Though I want a remeasure as that last mile did seem about 3 miles long.

That last little cruel uphill on a single speed where I have to will myself not to get off and walk, then I was over the finish line in 3:49!!

I stood there for a good bit soaking in all my glory. Holding my bike up. Then a shower and a bus ride to pickup the car in Hayward. All the while thinking "I'd still be riding last year". Today is Monday and I'm still smiling. I know 3:49 is pretty far back, but competing with myself, I've just had a pretty good race.

I ran into Rick who was soaking in an outstanding result. Then hung out at the Jay and Marty party for a bit yukking it up with those guys. Thanks !!!!

I said "Hey" to Evan at 53x11 coffee on Sunday, bought some finely flavored caffeine from him. Then we caught a few minutes of the CX race. Shortly thereafter, we loaded up and headed back.

What a perfect weekend!

WORS Suamico

Here's a fun one. What a great day it was. Just enough rain in the prior days to harden up the trails. Then "bam!" race day it was nice and sunny.

I had to pack in a full day of 2x2hr driving, a race, and yukking it up with the boys. All of this while "watching the dogs".. Meaning I left home at 8:30, just in time to squeak into the last parking spot before the hwy (yeah that was me on the corner). I got geared up and registered, low stress pace but "just in time" all the same.

Sans watch, I was hanging out by the start, then heard "hey the singlespeeders are going".. This allowed me to roll up the back all covert style before anyone knows they even have to deal with me.

Having geared up one, it took everyone a bit longer to get away from me on the flat. I hadn't ridden trails for a few weeks, and so my brain needed some time to get used to single track mode. The second half of the course seem to go smoother on single track. Mostly, I focused on staying out of the way, and trying to "give it the beans" the Chequamegon like sections.

I must say, getting passed by the two elite trains is super impressive. They are about the easiest folks to get passed by and call out way ahead. Their speed is unfathomable.

I thought I held off the comp riders, but looking at the results, perhaps a few of them got a lap on me before I finished.

When all was said and done, I busted out a "top 10 finish" in Sport SS. You'll have to look at the results if you want to know how many of us there were. I'm good with this. My numbers are improving.

A quick cup of smoothie at the "Muddy Cup", and I was headed home to let the dogs out. Missed out on post race food, I'll catch you all at Chequamegon.

P.S. Still digging that new Singular Swift 29er hard.

Again.

Again.

I hear it in my head. It is not the "again" of a child not wanting to do another chore.
I hear it in my mind. It is not the "again" with a hint of do I have to?
I hear it over and over. It is not the "again" of a question.
Those uncertain meanings to again do not exist in my head.

I feel it with my heart, the again of determination.
I see it with my mind, the again of consistency.
I hold it in my hand, the again of persistence.

This is the again you may hear from your martial arts instructor.

Here I am again.
Losing weight.
Riding consistently.
Getting where I'm going.
There have been setbacks before, there may yet be more.

Like riding on the trail, I take that same old obstacle with an new determination and confidence. I will take it this time.

Last time at the Muir blue trail, I cleared the last hill. Then, I did it again.

This week, I pulled through some pretty ugly number of hours in front of a computer screen. Figuring and fixing, again and again. Somehow I broke my old mold of giving up workouts while on-call. I managed 5.5 hours of basement, mile-less riding.

I have a long way to go, but I'm clearing new obstacles.

I do not share this to gloat of what I can do. I share with the humble wish that you can too.

You may not mountain bike. You may not work on-call in front of a PC. Whatever your obstacle, stand up and do it again.