Tuesday was a ride banked on a better Wednesday ride. Wednesday sucked due to a supposed storm that never showed up and thoughts of a better THURSDAY ride now crept in my skull.
Enter Thursday– I got kitted up, filled my bottles, lubed the chain and set off. Just 5 miles down the road I started moving in sloooww…. moshheeeeee-onnn….
Tuesday morning meant it was time for another edition of The Tuesday Morning Anti Worlds– an easy, meaningless, non competitive, non group ride on dirt roads and farm roads that doesn’t really have to be on Tuesday but since today was Tuesday it’s the TUESDAY Morning blah, blah, blah…
In the early 20th century, Australian sheep shearers used to “commute” to ranches and farms all over unpaved Australian via bicycles. Sort of makes today’s urban commuter riding modern roads to sit for 8 hours in their air conditioned McCubical look a tad lame. Then again, who am I to judge? I have a semi-non-paying job, in an office that’s a fart smell away from my bedroom and doesn’t warrant a commute (less Wifey shit a brick for me riding my bike down the living room steps).
Check out the super cool article about these “dirty” sheep shaving commuters on veloaficionado.com, it’s good reading.
Today I shot out for a quick hour and a half dirt road ride before a lunch meeting with Wifey. A bit of hard packed dirt, some deep sandy gravel, a nice headwind and some long steady elevation gain (still talking hundred of feet here, leave the high fives for later) made for a fun way to burn some calories off of my hulking figure and gelatinous thighs which have started more and more to resemble raw pork shanks.
I hated to see B-Man go back to school today (Holy 4th grade!!), BUT I would be lying if I said I wasn’t pretty stoked to get some spare time back in my day for more riding. To celebrate, I harnessed all that geek-uped-ness and headed out for a nice 36 mile dirt road ride on my hardtail. Continue Reading →
Last night I went out to watch the Tigers game at The Tap Room with a couple of friends of mine. When I returned a few Wit Dreams later I proclaimed to Jake The Dog that”I am so f*cking sleeping in tomorrow! Yep, gonna sleep late, spend the day watching DVRed football matches and maybe go fishing.” Jake didn’t care, but I was stoked at the prospect of lying around like a big, ever fattening, piece of human apathy.
8:27 a.m… I’m up.
Come Tuesday I will surely give my left nut to sleep ’till 8:27 a.m., but that is not really what I had in mind for today. The next thing I knew I was guzzling coffee and watching Man U go down to Liverpool 1-0. As I ate I started to think about doing a workout, maybe do some walking/jogging/running/hating man kind on the treadmill or something while I watched Spurs vs. Arsenal.
Somehow that workout turned into me on the gravel roads with my bike, the barns and the corn. So much for today being a lazy Sunday of sleeping in and watching soccer football. Too bad I didn’t make it fishing… oh well, maybe tomorrow.
