Jumpin' Around. Nahhhh...
I PLANNED on riding today, and yet again it did NOT work out. That makes 5 -freaking days off the bike (an hour on the trainer doesn't count except towards "suicide points") and I have a race on Saturday. Granted I would gain no real race fitness from riding hard this week and racing Saturday, but I would gain f*cking SANITY. But as Wifey so often says about me- "that ship has sailed."
I did get a workout in... Ug, the treadmill! What am I a f*cking soccer mom?? (what's next using heavy hands?). Really, to me, any workout NOT on a bike just seems like stupidity. It's like Wifey wanted me to buy that Insanity workout program (or whatever it's called, not 100% sure), and while I dig it's perceived vibe of not being about weight lifting and muscle head workout stuff, when it comes down to it, it's a bunch of jumping around for no reason.
I'll only jump around during sport or, if needed, during sex (although the sex part involves a lot of flailing, not a good look, especially for me), but the idea of jumping around for the sake of just burning calories, etc., just seems stupid. Sorry, I think I'll pass. I mean it's like admitting "I do shit for burning calories all day, so I'm jumping around to fool my body into thinking I am not a total freaking sloth."
As long as I am healthy (liver and brain not included) and keep the legs loose, I don't feel 5 (to 6) days off the bike will be a limiter in my quest for 2011 mid pack-ness come Saturday. For me, racing is about riding, seeing new places, and maybe meeting some folks, not about racing to win. I know that doesn't make sense and is sort of lame but I'm sort of a moron.
Continuing to race mountain bike races into the fall also keeps folks from hounding me about racing cross (dude, you gotta race cross!). The way I see it, if an endurance mountain bike race is available then it comes first, then XC, then gravel, then if I have no other excuse- cross. Road racing need not apply.
I did finally get the XXC Magazine 2012 media kit done today. Nothing like looking at sales stats to make you feel like shit. Working at McDonald's beckons. I kid, I would never work at McDonald's. BK is where it's at.
Speaking of endurance mountain biking (no I am NOT going to plug xxcmag.com again, even though I should), I thought my season was over in that regard, but the 6 Hours of Addison Oaks next week has come up on my radar. I am not committed to it, but I am SO not ruling it out. I'll get to ride some the A.O. trails this weekend, after that I will make up my mind. I'm, 56.2% sure I'll be in.
I'm not going to say anything about maybe riding tomorrow, because chances are, even if it is nice and not continuing to piss down rain, I will not. Maybe just a short spin to get the legs ready for Saturday and what is sure to be a romp in the mud, but that's about it. Fine by me... it sure as hell beats jumpin' around.
Completely off topic... When did Jamie Lee Curtis become like the "Queen of Shit?" Every time I turn on the TV, I see her pimping stuff that will make me shit more. No thank you mam, I poop enough. Eat some vegetables or (a 6 pack and chili if you're me) and stop obsessing about whether you shit or not. Dear God woman!!!