Sunday Morning

Well, well. Here I sit typing on the computer not accomplishing anything. I won't even get up to turn on the TV. Not necessarily a bad thing, but I like to catch Meet The Press if I'm around on Sunday morning.

Oh good, Condi is on telling is why it was ok for good ol' boy W to spy on us without warrants. We don't need that 4th Amendment anyway.

Normally I get a one ride in and one skate ski in on the weekend during this time of year. I rode yesterday, and I don't see myself getting ready and making the drive to the mountains. It's a little chilly down here and up there. If I were up there, I would probably wax up the skis and head out, but I'm not making the drive so ski in single digit temperatures. I guess it's another day on the trainer. Oh boy! My entertainment choices for the thrilling adventure are as follows: football on the TV/Ipod in the ears, Dazed and Confused on the TV, 2004 Paris-Roubaix with or without the IPod. I wish I had the '05 running on DVD.

Yesterday I was on the trainer too. It was my first "field test" of the new training season. The field tests are, in my situation, two 8 minute maximal efforts with a 10 minute rest inbetween. The reason for the test is to give me a rough idea of what my lactate threshold for watts and heart rate is. Considering the long work week and the fact that I thought good preparation would be drinking too much the night before, I was happy with my results. They were better than the last test I did, which, was back in April after some intensity training. The only intestine training I have had lately are the sporadic cyclocross races I've been doing and some moderate skate skiing. Granted, the test in April was outside on rolling terrain, and yesterday's test was inside, but the improvements were substantial. If only my stomach would participate in these improvements.

Torture

"The enemy we fight has no respect for human life. They don't deserve our sympathy. But this isn't about who they are. This is about who we are." Senator John McCain

busy weekend

Friday night: Holiday Party

Saturday: 3 hour skate ski

Saturday night: Holiday party.

Sunday: 2.5 hour ride in some icy conditions

Sunday afternoon: Broncos game. Beer and talking to Jesus

Sunday night: Candlelight and typing this.

Addicted?

Ok people. Here in Denver it is -5 degrees this morning. My hands got cold touching the steering wheel WITH lobster gloves on my hands. They were still cold at the end of a 45 minute commute with the heat on high.

During my drive, I saw one idiot that insisted on rolling her window down to smoke a cigarette. Are you kidding me? I'm sure I'll see some people outside smoking today even though it's only supposed to get up to around 6 degrees today.

Runs

Found this cool application while surfing around. I guess it's a "mashup." I'm not going to explain that. Google it. But here is the link to my evening runs. One shorter and one longer. I hope all my stalkers don't use this to hunt me down. Maybe I'll use it to map out some of my rides. That will probably take a bit longer.

http://profile.mapmyrun.com/mtbfool

Can't sleep

One would think after suffering through a cyclocross race and then, coming home and having a couple of beers, one would sleep well. Well, one didn't. I think my neighbors got home from closing time and were feeling a little clumsy from having a good time. They woke me up around 3 AM and I couldn't get back to sleep. Oh well, I wanted to get up into the mountains early today, so I could make back in time for the Broncos game.

That's right kiddos. Today will be the first day of skate skiing. Sounds like I could have gotten some earlier days in because the mountains have been getting pummled by snow the last few weeks. I guess I was just waiting for cross to be over and now it is.

The race yesterday was actually pretty fun. First semi-foul weather race of the year. I got up to a few inches of snow outside the door, but at the race locale, no dice. It was a little muddy, and pretty cold too. I busted out the Pam for the bike, but I don't think I really needed. In case you are wondering, strategically placed Pam helps prevent mud from caking up. Saving weight and a gunked up drive train.

I also decided to put some Sore No More on my legs so I could forego knee or leg warmers. You know, freak the cold weinies out for a psychological advantage. And if I told you my result, you could see that those 20 odd guys that finished in front of me were clearly intimidated.

I better get going so I can hit the road.

Hasta Lavista Wildabeasta.