The past 7 days have been "interesting." I've suddenly achieved race weight; I moved across town and now live next to Bread - yep, that Bread; winter returned. Not exactly a blog-worthy lifestyle, but it has been trying to say the least. I hate snow and moving, I love eating. The universe has been out of order for a week, but I do sense my zen space returning.
The weather is looking like it's gonna turn summerish, my GI tract is back to normal, and the move is complete.
Moving...it's been awhile. Moving is a shocking experience. How much crap do we really need? Being ruled by possesions is in direct conflict with my need for the simple life. Moving has been a big whack across the face. About half of my life is now sitting at the bottom of the La Plata county landfill. Fox had it right trying to sell his life...
But, the new location kicks ass. It's all good.
In the meantime I've been living vicariously through the efforts of others. Anthony,
And Colby. Jesus man, nice riding.
On the other side of the pond,
Francis just set a lifetime PB (I think he's over 40 now?? Francis?) and a
So now it's time to think about bikes again. KTR is right around the corner, GLR shortly after that. I've been planning to do the Grand Loop on the KTR weekend, but I really don't think ma nature has been aware of my plans - looks like there may be too much snow left for that. So, I could end up doing KTR, Grand Loop the following weekend - or back to square one and doing them all at the scheduled race times?
I'm not a big fan of loose ends. I'll make the call soon.