Something's Wrong

Well, Friday was a sweet way to top off the weekday riding. Hit Boyce for another session of single track and sun. I really didn't got that much longer just a few miles extra from my normal loop, but is was still the funnest [sic].

Daily doses of dirt are the best medicine for post race angst. Hell it's the best medicine for angst in general. This past week has reminded me of a summer back in '04 or '05, I can't remember, but anyhoo, we had a dry ass summer (strangely enough), and at the time I was working just a couple miles from Boyce Park. It seemed that I was at the park everyday after work riding dirt. It was the best. I love cycling in general of course, but mountain biking is the shit. So to do that "shit" almost daily is tops in my book.

Last year during the Worst Summer Ever it seemed like I spent way too much time on the road. It helped me keep fitness (although I continued to gain weight), but not all that fun, and not my ideal way to spend time in the saddle. This spring has been great. Dry trails, nice temps, and the chance to be a mountain biker again. I know where I live (Seattle without the coffee or Sub Pop Records, England without the castles or music scene, but all of the rain and more that those locals share) and I know that the dampness will return in time. Of course there is hope, I have been doing drought dances almost daily, and have made several weather people voodoo dolls to stick pins in if the weather turns wet. Except for the doll of Julie Bologna. That one I just sort of look at.

Speaking of wet.... Something must be wrong with me. Brad, J-POK, Ruth, Gerry, and a bunch of my other race friends are down racing Cohutta today. What is wrong with me that even though I looked at the weather a little bit ago and saw that the Ducktown area is getting POUNDED with rains, I still feel poopy (a Wifey term for depressed) that I'm not there. Soaked, praying for the finish line, surely bonking, dealing with chain suck, mud and ruined bike parts. Issues.

The El Mariachi's (sort of) new wheels should be ready on Monday. I say sort of because the 355 rims/spokes/nips will be new, the hubs are still my standby clickity-clickity Hope Pro IIs. Geeked.

Time to go do something that's not riding my bike 100 miles in the rain.

Later.