Giving Up & Fear My Ballz

The past few days have been just packed with non stop, go-go busy work: Mag stuff, packing stuff, family stuff, B-Man stuff, ride stuff etc., I revisited that place in my mind where I question if the racing, the blogging, the trying to put out a mag is worth it or not.??

The mag turned out great for the first run and I'm closing in on 1,000 downloads in one week. That's pretty cool. And even though I made not one dime off those 1,000ish downloads, I took the plunge and got me a new Mac. I love it! But with newness comes some challenges. File transfers, program compatibility issues, etc, had me ending up having to spend another few bills (that I don't have) on a newer version of PhotoShop. GOTZ to have PhotoShop or shit just sucks (IMHO). But I'm getting it done and ready to start on Issue #2. (EDIT: Just checked and as of 10:50 p.m. there is about 1,100 downloads of XXC!! In one week! Hell yeah!)

Geeked for the race, but trying to pack in the midst of everything else is a pain, I just can't wait to ride, to be on single track, to suffer, to feel that pain. I know that's probably not what most people think of as "fun", and many folks can push themselves further on training rides and group rides, but I need the race to dictate my suffering, I guess I don't have the ballz to do it on my own. Who knows?

I did get out on the road for a couple hours today. The day was gorgeous, but sadly at the time when I was out was gray, cold and foggy. But I still had a good ride and it was great to blow off some steam via the bike.

The ride did have a very low point- during one climb I found a nice rhythm, I was sitting and spinning nicely up the hill when a dude in a car coming down the hill leans out of the car and starts screaming with all his might...

"Get off the road you fucking piece of shit! You fucking asshole!!
You piece of shit, fucking asshole!! Get off the fucking road!!!"

The dude was just ephing enraged!! I mean who has that sort of rage to yell at a random cyclist at 10:30 a.m.?? Jeezus!!! It really tainted the rest of the ride. All I could think about was this white trash meth head screaming at me for no reason other than I was doing something out of the ordinary for this area. I just felt like climbing off the bike and giving in.

But in the end, I said "fuck that!!" That's what they want!! To bring us down, to make us quit. To make us the same trash as they. I will used this psycho meth head as motivation. I will ride further, race harder and stronger than the last time. The dude will inevitably die in some D.U.I. accident or trailer court murder, and my spandex encased aging ass will ride on! And someday during a road side nature break, I will pee the remnants of Chimay or other fine Belgian beer on the very spot where he attempted to bring me down!! F*CK YEAH!!

This week I ushered one of my faves back into my rotation... SPINACH! How I've missed thee..... And how I've missed making my Turkey Spinach Meat Ballz. They ARE PRE RACE POWER! And should be feared!!

I even made a few extra to take with me tomorrow so that I have some of the T.Ball power with me come race day. FEAR ME! OK fear might be strong, but know I have the power. Or at least some kickin' garlic/onion/turkey/spinach gas.

So that's it. I'm outta here 'till Sunday. If you're racing this weekend- GOOD LUCK! Whether it's at the Otter or down at the LBD with me. And remember the next time a Meth Head fucks with you, just roll on, safe in the knowledge that you have the power of the Ballz!

Later