A Monday Is A Monday
I've come to realize it doesn't matter if you have a job, school, or live in the world of virtual slack that I now reside. A Monday is a Monday. In other words it's a day sluggishness, crap luck, and a longing for Friday!
The plan today was to take the Big Mama out for 2+ hours of dirt. As I was prepping said Large Orange Mother to go, I kept hearing this strange sound. Hmmm, what was it?? I finally made it to the crank/bottom bracket and sure enough there was more play in the bottom bracket and crank than a porn film's sound stage! FRIG!
Oh well, I got me one of those cool orange Dos Niner bikes too. At least now I'd have a chance to roll a few miles in the my new/old WTB saddle and see if it made any difference.
The temps today would get up into the 50s. The suck part to that is that when I riding there were in the freaking low 30s!! I know it's March, and you take what you can get, but GOD DAMN I'M TIRED OF BEING COLD!! Shit I just hate being cold!!! PERIOD. Damn! But the sun was out and I was on my bike instead of at a job I hate, so I even though I just did, I can't/shouldn't complain.
A few miles into my first lap it was apparent- my saddle height was too low. It needed raised about a 1/2 inch, but I figured I'd get back to the Xb soon enough. The height may have been off, but the saddle was feeling surprisingly good. My hands on the other hand were frozen nibblets of suck, but again... I'm NOT complaining. Just stating a fact. I couldn't feel my fingers. Jeeezus! I NEED California.
I eventually warmed up a bit and got my first lap in. Stopped at the Xb, raised the seat, peed, and moved on. The sun was starting to burn the frost off the ground. Cool. Wait, NOT cool. Why? Well now that there was a slick film mud/clay where the trail was frozen hard pack. The Ignitors don't take to clayish mud so well. How do I know?...
Well, I'm pretty sure I'm SUPPOSED to be ON my bike and NOT in a ditch full of sticks, brush, and thorns. FRIG! I was fine, the bike was fine, but I just felt all cattywompass on the bike. Who knew the trails would get so slick from a little melting frost??
After the crash, I rode a few more miles, cursed my tires, the cold, and the "mud from nowhere" and figured my mojo had a "case of the Mondays". My time would be better spent doing things at home and hanging with the B-Man.
Later after 5 (when it's socially acceptable to have a beer) I had a Hop Wallop, and made up some dinner while watching No Reservations (Tuscany. God I want to got to Italy). I had a new recipe tonight (that I made up) but I f*cked it a bit with TOO much "heat".
I had the gastro itch for Brown rice, Canelli beans, diced red/green peppers and onions, 2 links of (loose) hot turkey sausage, 3 minced chipotle pepper, some salt/pepper, and some E.V.O.O.. My mistake? I should have used TWO chipotles, not 3. It was a tad bit TOO hot. Good, but not great. I had high hopes for this one, but my love of heat got the best of me.
Monday handing me my ass today with some bad mojo and some bad luck. Oh well, there's always Tuesday, right?