Recent aquaintance Mark Twight is fond of saying something to the effect of - it's not training unless you get into your pain cage. You go do a 60hr roundtrip push up and down Denali and then tell me he doesn't know beans (second fastest time on the mountain - eight days). So, with all due respect to the man who named his training facility after the Jonestown massacre, today was day one in the six gun. Half a metric century (55k, 2hrs 10min.) after only two days back in the saddle. Pukin' all the way to the blackeyed peas and greens for luck. Punk ain't dead yet. Happy nuevos eggos - it's the year of taking this shiz seriousish.
viva.
Really? I'm wit ya. Gotta get over the last stupid injury of the year. New Year's Eve morning. Rain road ride then freezing - decide to warm up with some power yoga -but can't feel toes yet - catch toe on mat. broken toe. ha ha.
Posted by: bigsleep | 01/03/2006 at 23:05
broke toe? tape that shit up and ride.
play hurt big s, it's the only way to fly.
at least it's warming up a bit. will let you know about the team thing, for now take care o' that digit, lemmie know when you wanna ride, drink, eat, drink and ride, drink eat and ride, etc.
Posted by: bafc23 | 01/04/2006 at 02:56