Kirkstock 2 is coming! A rare opportunity to see original, live music in the Centre County region . . . and you can bring your dog! September 22nd.
My garage is now a cluttered mess of bicycles. I finally managed to unpack the Lemond and the IF from their travel confinements. And, since Nita’s legal woes with the woman that hit her are dragging out, I outfitted her single with a “new” set of Bontrager Selects out of my own collection that are at least more round than the one’s she had. I have to say, the bike does look sharp with black rims and radial laced spokes.
Running sucks. I say that every year until my mileage gets up to a respectable distance. At this point I’m running 2 miles, which is a pretty pitiful distance. But, at least to this point (4 runs into the Fall) I’ve managed to stave off any of the major soreness or Achilles damage that has plagued previous year’s transitions. I’ll slowly build it up over the next few weeks to the point where Sophie doesn’t just look at me afterwards as if to say, “What? That’s all you got?”
Yesterday marked the Poprad’s return to dirt after too many months confined to asphalt on the “road to Paris” (Insert a hint of sarcastic tone. I don’t really take myself that seriously . . . much). I have to say, it wasn’t promising. I felt sluggish in the grass and my transitions on and off the bike were laughable. Charm City opens up the cross season in a little more than a week. I seriously doubt that I’ll be ready for that, but I’ve never been ready for that race, so maybe it’ll be OK. In a fit of massive arrogance (I qualified with “much” earlier) I sent an upgrade request for my cyclocross license to USA cycling. Apparently, in the MAC series races you need to have a Cat 1 license to race in the A field. That seems a bit restrictive, especially since they only really just introduced the numeric category system to cross 2 years ago and the initial classification was arbitrarily tied to the road category. But, be that as it may, I’m half hoping for the upgrade so that I can get my ass kicked by the best in the business and don’t have to explain to my mother again that winning the B field does not mean that I was the fastest, just that I was the fastest among the slower group (no offense to the others in the B field, but we do always race with an astrix ). Then again, I’m half hoping that I don’t get the upgrade so that I can race with my asterix held high, get to visit the podium maybe once this season, and not have to start each race with the worry that I’ve gotten up at 4 AM, and driven 4 hours just to race 35 minutes before getting lapped and pulled.
