That Guy

You know that guy that you hear Phil and Paul talk about as "struggling" and being "all over his bike," trying to get up a climb? Usually it's a HUGE 175 pound (note sarcasm) sprinter at the tail end of a mountain stage in Grand Tour. Yeah, that's me EVERY road ride. OK, every RIDE! Jesus, I must look ridiculous trying to haul my so not a Pro, so not a sprinter, so not a climber, so not a good road rider, soooo not 175 pounds anymore ass up the hills of WPA.

BUT! That doesn't seem to stop me from continuing to go out and flail around on the roads like a fool in order to shed some poundage (- Double digits now! Woot! Woot!) and flirt with fitness for racing (riding) my mountain bike. Today's flailing got me a nice and hot 2:15 in, on one of the hillier of my local loops. Legs felt like poop for some, gold for the some, and poop again. Didn't really eat that much yesterday and I think I paid for it today.

Today was brilliant weather wise. Blue sky, warm sun, and little breeze. I continue to eat this up after last week's weather suck fest.

I know my blog posts are lame. I got nothin'.

Later.