|This is my mantra (on my top tube) when my Id shows up on race day|
My next elusivity is rest. As the school year comes to a close there's still a whole lot of learning going on. So I plan and grade. And grade. And grade. And grade. I put in on myself though so I need to stop taking in so many assignments. My Principal's shaking up things at our HS so this puts needless stress on my thought process when it hovers over things school related.
The next one up? Calories. Sheezus my tapeworm's going nutty! The week I ride long miles reveals this latent effect on my hunger drive and general energetics. I go strong mid-week then CRASH! I need like a consistent drip of fuel to keep my metabolic fire going. I feel like I'm a shark without a swim bladder. If I stop moving and ultimately can't get enough dissolved oxygen into my gills I'll asphyxiate and sink to the bottom of my couch (minus the asphyxiation part). Speaking of calories...
The next one, hanging with my honey. We had a mid-week date where we went to a restaurant in Denver called Beatrice and Woodsley. Very awesome date place dinner joint. A colleague forewarned that the food's good but the portions are small (the French Restaurant part of them I suppose). So when our first course of SPAGHETTI AND WHEATBALLS (salad of celeriac, parsnip, and parsley with steel-cut oat, feta, and lemon croquettes, tomato-almond gazpacho) arrived, after some interesting tasting cocktails, I had to stifle a laugh. David wasn't kidding about the portions. Next course wasn't so bad though-proportionally speaking. It was a pretty durn tasty organic fabrication called SMOKED RICOTTA AND MUSHROOM CREPES (ugly yogurt crepes filled with smoked Jersey Cow ricotta, kale, and trumpet mushrooms with braised radish and mustard vinaigrette). Still it brought a small smile to my face proportionate to this entrée (that's french for entrée). Dessert was actually decent sized. To wash it down with espressos, it seemed as if they broke into a little kid's doll house and stole her cups from her formal tea tray. A thimble would've held more espresso! The spoon to stir in the brown sugar cube (hecks no I wouldn't put sugar in my espresso!) measured to the nearest nanoliter (don't laugh I told myself!). I had a completely sublime time eating and being physically close to Karen who sat on my right during this fine evening. I switched to a southpaw so I could eat (and not hit her while craning the food to my mouth) and sit closely to her. She is an audio-visual treat.
Okay I'm done bellyaching about my elusivity of things that are elusive. I am excited though to get in my first race of the season albeit it has quite the emotional attachment. Saturday I rode again to the Greenwood Village bike park easy and back to make sure the engine checks out.
Cinco de Mayo
|Before race. All dolled up with fresh latex in the tubeless|
My hardtail an Airborne guardian, Penelope, was impressive. I haven't raced her since last year so I was fighting her (as we were slowly becoming one) when we hit terminal velocity on the twisty downhills. I went off-course on a particularly tight switchback (twice!) because those 29 inch wheels are so scary rolling fast! There was a flowy portion of the trail where I would pull away from people because it was just tight enough for me to hip turn and really lean into the corners (unlike my 'cross bike where cornering mannerisms are waaay different!) while silky-smooth pedaling with my toes down! The final kilometer of the course was super fast and I was passing people like crazy (unfortunately they weren't in my category). It was a great finish, I pushed it hard and didn't cramp-came close though! The promoters fed the racers with Heed and Hammer products at the start/finish where I refueled and hydrated every lap (each lap was 10 miles long). My training seems like it's going okay. Here's to Cinco de Mayo. Here's to Battle the Bear. Here's to the Gunnison Growler. Word has it (Karen's brother, Drew said) that there are some technical sections but the flowy, fast, non-technical portions are longer than the previous. I need new brake pads if I'm running Penelope at the Growler. Curious though about bringing my other steed, the DS/XC-specific 29er affectionately known as Vivian.
|Dirty. Now my Id has disappeared and my super-ego tells me to clean it. Notice the travel indicator...|