Cobbles, Boogers & Cake

Pretty low key Sunday. I spent the a.m. first cruising the Net looking for live video of Paris/Roubaix. There was none to be had, since I think Cycling.TV strong arms all the live feeds into blacking the coverage out in the U.S. in an attempt to force folks to buy what would otherwise be free. Ah capitalism.

It was a great race though. When it came down to Boonen, Cancellara and Ballan I was sort of geeked. I dig Cancellara and would have liked to see him get the win, but I like Boonen too, so I figured ONE of those two was most likely gonna pull it off. In the end, Boonen just put the Moose Knuckle to wall and nailed it.

Photo of Boonen & M. Knuckle from www.sportwereld.be

The photo below that I horked from sportwereld.be is one of my fave photos that I've seen from the 2008 PR. It's of Rabobank's Rick Flens. He looks like he has shell shock. A classic pic.

Enough of the pro roadies. The weather dropped down into the 40s from yesterday's 60's and mid week's 70's. Damn! Since I have race in less than a week and I'm a snot rocket away from reaching my week's goals, I decided that an hour of sweating on Booger in the Stankment® would suffice.

I put '08 Flanders on the DVD, The Wombat's "Black Sessions" on iPodious and sweat out some of last night homemade guacamole/Guiltless Gourmet binge. It wasn't a "dream day" in the saddle or anything, but it was good enough to burn a few calories and zone out for an hour while I thought about next Saturday's race.

Later in the day we headed up to Papa-O's. It's his B-Day Tuesday, so we celebrated tonight. I avoided the cake! The key is not to taste it. If I taste it, I'm done. I don't even like cake, but I think they put some kind of drug in the icing that just makes you want to stick your head in a vat of it and go to town. Birthday wishes given, fun had, and back home.

Now I'm just gonna hang out, watch some TV with B-Man and Wifey and eat some dinner.

Later.