The Sh*t Show Is Moving

The shit show known as The Soiled Chamois is continuing on, just not here anymore. Tired of this blog platform. All new posts will be at thesoiledchamois.tumblr.com until I get the URL updated which could be today, or could be never. Who cares?

Later,

Jason

More Stupidity

If running on the treadmill was stupid the other night, doing it again Fridat INSTEAD of riding was stupider. Stupider still was Thursday when I crashed at MMCC with less than a mile left in my ride. Not sure what happened? I made a left turn, possibly hit something under the blanket of leaves and the next thing I knew I was in a ditch along the trail looking up at my bike.

I haven't gone down in a while... maybe since last March's shoulder fucking, season fucking crash on black ice? Thankfully this time there were NO bodily injuries save for a slightly bruised knee cap. BUT (God I hate "buts") the rear wheel was somehow out of its dropout and front wheel was fucked, loosing air and shooting Stan's spooge. Frig.

I shot some Co2 in the front and sealed the leak, but the wheel was all sorts of fucked. Fffffffffff! I was at least able to pedal the last mile or so back to the xB. But all I could think about was the fact that these wheels are just a few months old and I have fucked one up already. Actually for the SECOND time, as I broke a spoke back in August on the rear wheel. Thank God the rest of the ride was awesome or I would be more pissed.

Just as I started typing this late Friday when Napper from Terry's called me and confirmed the wheel can't be saved and needs to be sent back to Easton to be rebuilt. Fffffffff! (did I say that already?)

Napper did offer to lend me a front wheel to hold me over until I can get the wheel back from Easton, and that is supper cool. God bless the LBS.

Saturday (today) I returned to MMCC on the Spearfish. Felt like shite, rode like shit, did one SHORT lap and split. Mind was in a fajunk.

I gotz pics to go with this, just too lazy.

Later.

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I Did Something Stupid (again)

I did something stupid again. No, I didn't poop my chamois again. I attempted to run again. Thus, something stupid. Not sure why I tried, I guess I am just looking to shake up some workouts and prevent boredom. I also started thinking how dumb it is that I can ride hundreds of miles a week at times, but can't run more than a mile. So, I am trying to run.

Since I am not ready for running out among people I confined myself to the Not-So-Stankement™ and the treadmill. I'm starting out by wogging which according to Urban Dictionary can mean a number of things, but in my case I am talking about alternating running and walking (actually maybe I'll use the term "runalking" or maybe "wunking?). For my beastly self, I alternated walking at 3.7 mph and running at 6.8 mph every .25 miles for 3 miles. So in the end I did get 1.5 miles of running in, which is more than I have ran in at least 2 or 3 years. I'd like to work myself up to running 3 miles without stopping but we'll see. I do know I need some new shoes, the old ones just aren't cutting it.

One cool thing is that cardio-wise I feel like I can run forever (or at least a long time), it's my legs, knees etc., that need to used to it.

What I did is sort of illustrated in the video below. Funny thing is that while this is not me, 21 years ago I did sort of look like this guy. Ha!

Later.

Fell

Fall has fell and fallen all over the place. Getting rides in between the rain drops when and where I can.

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The Very Least I Can Do

This has not been a week for "real" riding. Work, family, other commitments and weather all got in the way. Today I was supposed to go pre-ride the Iceman course with my friend Mike, but heavy rain and (his) work got in the way. Crap.

So twice this week I was forced to the Not-As-Stankment™ to ride my "new to me" trainer. I REALLY lucked out. My friend Chris here in MP won a trainer at the Wausau 24, so I offered to buy his old one when mine broke. His reply? "You can have it, I got enough use out of it." Thanks Chris!! I owe you some beers at The Bird. The best part is that his 7 year old, rebuilt a few times, glued in parts fluid trainer works 95% better than my old one did. Win.

In other news.... I bought a new cardigan sweater today. JOY!

See, I'm not all bikes, beer, boobs and music. I am quite the nerdy fashionista.

Later

That Time of Year (For Me)

Between weather (rain and 45 mph wind gusts at times) this week was a suck-fest for riding. Monday's ride was the best and was book-ended Friday with a short, wet ride on singletrack and wet leaves.

Then there was today...

It's early and there is a lot of time left in the riding season... BUT, sometimes Ma Nature unleashes her band of ill-willed, crap weather making miscreants who, after a summer filled with warm temps and daily sunshine, are pent up like group of 15 year old boys with a stack of smut books and access to an all you can pump Vaseline dispenser. In other words we were due for some shit weather and the miscreants did not disappoint today with temps in the low 40s and a steady rain... ALL day. In my opinion there is no worse conditions than rain and cold temps to ride and race in. Hell I would rather have snow!

Today, in my humble, unsolicited and somewhat pussy-like opinion, was a day to say "fuck it" (I say that a lot and my race results and man-chubs show it) and stay indoors for a workout. Right now the only thing I am "training" for is to stay in my 34 jeans, so I really don't care all that much, but still I wanted to get some quality sweat flowing. I am also trying to strengthen my shoulder and upper body after last winter's crash which left me unable to do any upper body weight bearing workout. This meant that today I would not only ride the trainer but do some dumbbell and core work. I figure if one is going to rock a beer belly, it is best to at least have the muscles underneath said layer of flab in shape.

So today was the first indoor workout of the coming off season. I kid you not when I say that after the pain of last year's crash on black ice and the resulting months of pain that came with it, I plan to spend a LOT of time indoors this year. Screw ice, screw E.R. bills, and screw the ice cold rain that was falling today. I got a nice workout in, burned off last night's beer and pizza and listened to a sweet Weezer mega-mix.

It is indeed time I got back to the "good life." The season was crap, nah, it was SHIT. Plan is to start focusing on next season. Too much out there I want to do before I end this here thing.

Funny thing I had planned on racing an 8 hour race today. But as you see here I said "fuck it." 

 

Later.

Ketchup

Last week I rode some singletrack. It was pretty fall-tastic.

Earlier this week I set out exploring the thousands of miles of snowmobile trails that crisscross Michigan. You can read and see more about that [HERE].

Yesterday I attempted to ride the trainer in leiu of riding in 20+ mph winds. The trainer is broke after 7 years of hard use. I am getting a used one off my friend Chris. Thanks.

Today I attempted to avoid another day of 20+ mph wind gusts by riding in the woods.

By the time I got the trails it was 39 degrees and pissing down rain on top of the aforementioned 20+ mph winds. I said fuck it and turned around. I have to say the weather.com radar must have been from like 3 weeks ago or something.

Later in the day some sort of white snow/ice/hail/shit fell from the sky and covered my grill. It made me more than a tad depressed.

But having said all that... I've had some really good rides, I've had some rides that didn't happen. Sucks is life. The Iceman is less than a month away. I really have no desire to do it. I would love to ride it with my friends, I just don't know if I feel like "racing" it with 6,000,000 other people again + spending coin on a hotel room. We'll see.

Might ride tomorrow. Might not.

Later.