So I rode a lot this week and one particular event sticks out in my mind. I was riding through the city of York and stopped at a redlight in at an intersection in the poorer part of town, for lack of a better word. This little kid on his bike rides up beside me on the sidewalk:
Kid: "Can you ride with 1 hand?"
Me: "Yes, I can. Can you?"
Kid: (enthusiastically) "Yes! I just learned how."
Me: "That's great! Can you do it with no hands yet?"
Kid: "Not yet."
Me: "Don't worry, you'll learn very soon."
The kid smiles wide. Light turns green.
Me: "I have to go now. Have a good day."
Kid: (sounding very worried) "Where are you going?"
Me: "I'm going home."
Kid: "Oh, thats ok."
Moments like these make me feel good. To a small child, I'm sure I look like what a Pro looks like to me, and who knows, maybe the memory of a nice "pro" will stick in his mind and he will take to cycling.
Good stuff.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Friday, December 29, 2006
Christmas - Base Miles
It's been a while and a lot has happened.
The semester from hell ended and I did suprisingly well. I am now posses a B.S. in Crime, Law, and Justice and am 15 credits from a B.S. in Economics.
Christmas was fantastic. I spent it with the girl of my dreams and her family. It was nice to be a part of their family for Chistmas. I never really got to know my grandparents, so it was nice talking with her 90+ year old grandparents.
I've been logging the base miles and it feels great. Except for that damn saddle sore. So I spent 2 hours today in the drops. Staying low keeps the pressure off of it.
Knock on wood for me people. I need to keep logging these miles without interruption.
The semester from hell ended and I did suprisingly well. I am now posses a B.S. in Crime, Law, and Justice and am 15 credits from a B.S. in Economics.
Christmas was fantastic. I spent it with the girl of my dreams and her family. It was nice to be a part of their family for Chistmas. I never really got to know my grandparents, so it was nice talking with her 90+ year old grandparents.
I've been logging the base miles and it feels great. Except for that damn saddle sore. So I spent 2 hours today in the drops. Staying low keeps the pressure off of it.
Knock on wood for me people. I need to keep logging these miles without interruption.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Liggett's Wisdom
Read this Pezcyclingnews.com interview with Phil Liggett. He has a lot of great things to say and his views on all the things going on in cycling are about the only thing that make sense in cycling.
http://www.pezcyclingnews.com/?pg=fullstory&id=4545
http://www.pezcyclingnews.com/?pg=fullstory&id=4545
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
Need some changes in cycling
There needs to be change in the cycling community. And it does not involve doping.
The recent death of Isaac Gálvez at the Ghent six-day track event examplifies how dangerous the barriers used in cycling can be. Take a look at the steel railing around the track. Gálvez hit that steel rail at about 55 kph.
Similar, though non-permanent, steel barriers are used in the final meters of race courses around the world and have cause some serious injuries to riders. Remember Abdoujaparov’s crash into the barriers during the 91 tour?
Collapsable barriers are the answer and they need to be implemented. There is a company making safe barriers. I can't remember the name or find them on the net, but I think Erik Saunders has something to do with them. Someone find them and let me know.
The recent death of Isaac Gálvez at the Ghent six-day track event examplifies how dangerous the barriers used in cycling can be. Take a look at the steel railing around the track. Gálvez hit that steel rail at about 55 kph.
Similar, though non-permanent, steel barriers are used in the final meters of race courses around the world and have cause some serious injuries to riders. Remember Abdoujaparov’s crash into the barriers during the 91 tour?
Collapsable barriers are the answer and they need to be implemented. There is a company making safe barriers. I can't remember the name or find them on the net, but I think Erik Saunders has something to do with them. Someone find them and let me know.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
And it starts
Wow. I am a poor writer. But fuck it.
It's that time of the year again- when I get intimate with my bike and the back roads, mountains, valleys, and ass-tacular motorists of the State College area. When my food expenditure goes through the roof because of the requisite 5000 calories per day. When my face is windburnt from the 30 degree F temperature of the infamous 360 degree State College headwind. And when saddle sores are abound. Oh yea, baby. It's time for base miles.
I did some real rides this week. A two hour ride with my buddy Whitman the other day was my first real ride in a couple weeks. Unbeknownst to me, my saddle slipped back in the rails a good 6mm and the back of my knees suffered. Then I did a 3 hour ride with Whitman, his girl, Dana, and a bunch of other people from the club. We did this sweet climb up Blue Ball road- it was dirt. Even better than Blue Ball road was the fact that the route, if looked at aerially, was shaped like a cock and balls.
So I am stoked (yes I used the word stoked) to start my base miles and become a machine. Or zombie. Whichever.
It's that time of the year again- when I get intimate with my bike and the back roads, mountains, valleys, and ass-tacular motorists of the State College area. When my food expenditure goes through the roof because of the requisite 5000 calories per day. When my face is windburnt from the 30 degree F temperature of the infamous 360 degree State College headwind. And when saddle sores are abound. Oh yea, baby. It's time for base miles.
I did some real rides this week. A two hour ride with my buddy Whitman the other day was my first real ride in a couple weeks. Unbeknownst to me, my saddle slipped back in the rails a good 6mm and the back of my knees suffered. Then I did a 3 hour ride with Whitman, his girl, Dana, and a bunch of other people from the club. We did this sweet climb up Blue Ball road- it was dirt. Even better than Blue Ball road was the fact that the route, if looked at aerially, was shaped like a cock and balls.
So I am stoked (yes I used the word stoked) to start my base miles and become a machine. Or zombie. Whichever.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Monday, October 16, 2006
Reform Education NOW! Please......
So basically, professors need to learn what is important and what is not. Penn State professors (not all, but most) seem to think that what is important is the ability to memorize every stupid little statistic, fact, and mind numbingly stupid figure. I could go on for a couple hours in explanation of this, but here is a short example.
My Women's Studies (rape) midterm was stupid. All it tested was your ability to memorize the exact percentages of women raped, men raped, spousal rapes, etc.. But knowing the exact numbers aren't important. What is important is understanding the theories that explain these numbers and being able to apply them. So, since I studied that and focused on being analytical instead just mindlessly memorizing shit, I didn't do so well (21/30). Jesus H Christ in a chicken basket. In the real world I will be the one getting ahead because I know how to siphon out important material from the infinite amount of bullshit.
My Women's Studies (rape) midterm was stupid. All it tested was your ability to memorize the exact percentages of women raped, men raped, spousal rapes, etc.. But knowing the exact numbers aren't important. What is important is understanding the theories that explain these numbers and being able to apply them. So, since I studied that and focused on being analytical instead just mindlessly memorizing shit, I didn't do so well (21/30). Jesus H Christ in a chicken basket. In the real world I will be the one getting ahead because I know how to siphon out important material from the infinite amount of bullshit.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Tired
You know what? I am tired. Tired of feeling like I am fat. Yes, I know. I am not fat. But I do have a healthy "blanket of warmth" around my midsection. It is the last remaining reminder of a life-long struggle with weight.
I once pegged the scales at 250. Now I am 165. As amazing as that is I want to know what it feels like to be in "peak form". I want to know what 8% or less bodyfat feels like. I want to know what it feels like to have a six-pack. Or at least ab muscles that are defined enough to be seen. All that stands in my way, at least in my mind, is the last layer of blubber.
This winter has to be when it comes off. It is now or never.
However, this is too thin. Poor George looks like a bobblehead.
I once pegged the scales at 250. Now I am 165. As amazing as that is I want to know what it feels like to be in "peak form". I want to know what 8% or less bodyfat feels like. I want to know what it feels like to have a six-pack. Or at least ab muscles that are defined enough to be seen. All that stands in my way, at least in my mind, is the last layer of blubber.
This winter has to be when it comes off. It is now or never.
However, this is too thin. Poor George looks like a bobblehead.
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Need to write
So no one reads this. I need to write and at least when I dump my words here I feel like they are allowed to escape my head and quiet my troubled mind.
Took the LSAT's yesterday. I am scared. The LSAT did not put up a very good fight, which usually means I fooled myself into thinking that I did wonderfully. Not quite sure why I took them. Security I suppose. There was I time I thought I wanted to go to law school- now its about securing a future education when nothing else works out.
I think I've outstayed my welcome at school. Education and myself are not playing well together latley. I found my way into this rut where either a class is pretty useless to my development as a learned person or some basic algebra threatens to ruin my chance at succeeding. I am so tired of worrying about grades. I am even more tired of doing menial tasks that lend nothing to coprehension or skill development.
I just want to learn for the sake of learning. I want to be well versed in everything and a master of a few disciplines. I want to earn a living where I don't have to worry about money or bills. I want to be able to play with the expensive toys that those who can afford them can't use them as intented. I want to help those less fortunate than I. I want to make other people's lives better. I want to be simple. I want to race my bike at the highest possible level. I want to be a struggling, poor, pro athlete to accomplish said level. I want to be that guy who eats organic foods, is super lean, and reads philosophy while he recovers from an 8-hour training ride. I am a wealth of contradiction, a hopeless romantic, an entrepenuer waiting to escape, a talented athlete(?).
I will leave this world with something. Something bigger than me. I just don't know what.
Took the LSAT's yesterday. I am scared. The LSAT did not put up a very good fight, which usually means I fooled myself into thinking that I did wonderfully. Not quite sure why I took them. Security I suppose. There was I time I thought I wanted to go to law school- now its about securing a future education when nothing else works out.
I think I've outstayed my welcome at school. Education and myself are not playing well together latley. I found my way into this rut where either a class is pretty useless to my development as a learned person or some basic algebra threatens to ruin my chance at succeeding. I am so tired of worrying about grades. I am even more tired of doing menial tasks that lend nothing to coprehension or skill development.
I just want to learn for the sake of learning. I want to be well versed in everything and a master of a few disciplines. I want to earn a living where I don't have to worry about money or bills. I want to be able to play with the expensive toys that those who can afford them can't use them as intented. I want to help those less fortunate than I. I want to make other people's lives better. I want to be simple. I want to race my bike at the highest possible level. I want to be a struggling, poor, pro athlete to accomplish said level. I want to be that guy who eats organic foods, is super lean, and reads philosophy while he recovers from an 8-hour training ride. I am a wealth of contradiction, a hopeless romantic, an entrepenuer waiting to escape, a talented athlete(?).
I will leave this world with something. Something bigger than me. I just don't know what.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
From the brink
This weekend I came the closest I've ever come to quitting cycling. Saturday I bonked real hard in the Deodate Road Race and dropped out half way through the 2nd to last lap. I was so pissed that I told myself I was quitting, at least for a little while, and focusing my energy elsewhere.
Alone this result would not have pushed me to the edge- but this result combined with a disappointing summer plagued with illness, fatigue, and poor results seemed to be putting the final nail in my cycling coffin. Although I told myself I would not do the the Doylestown race on Sunday, I did it anyway. I didn't have anything else to do and was looking for some redemption.
The 3/4 race went pretty shitty. I felt real sluggish and I did not contest the sprint as it was sketchy. I don't mind going elbow to elbow in a sprint, but these were the worst bike handlers I've seen to date in a race. Call me a pussy, but I've got bigger fish to fry than the cat 3's.
Immediately following that finish I was feeling great. So, I slapped on a Dynaflow jersey to race with Lou and Andy in the Pro/1/2/3- a test run if you will. It went amazingly well. I spent the first half of the race covering early moves and was amazed at how strong I felt. It felt good to
reel in the big boys. Lou was very strong up front and Andy pulled out some balls at the finish to lead Lou out. It didn't go quite as planned for us- I was tired from previous racing and Andy got caught up behind a wreck I think, but it shows some real promise for when the 3 of us come together under one goal. Not to mention I love racing with those guys.
So, this weekend is Christiana. I love the crit there- it is super fast and super technical. I won it as a 4 last year and took 3rd in the GC. Hopefully my bike will be decked out with a set of Zipp 909's for the TT.
Then I am off to the beach with my lovely girlfriend and some of her family for a little R&R. It'll be a fun little road trip for the two of us. We have the best times making fun out of simple adventures.
Bring it on Christiana.
Alone this result would not have pushed me to the edge- but this result combined with a disappointing summer plagued with illness, fatigue, and poor results seemed to be putting the final nail in my cycling coffin. Although I told myself I would not do the the Doylestown race on Sunday, I did it anyway. I didn't have anything else to do and was looking for some redemption.
The 3/4 race went pretty shitty. I felt real sluggish and I did not contest the sprint as it was sketchy. I don't mind going elbow to elbow in a sprint, but these were the worst bike handlers I've seen to date in a race. Call me a pussy, but I've got bigger fish to fry than the cat 3's.
Immediately following that finish I was feeling great. So, I slapped on a Dynaflow jersey to race with Lou and Andy in the Pro/1/2/3- a test run if you will. It went amazingly well. I spent the first half of the race covering early moves and was amazed at how strong I felt. It felt good to
reel in the big boys. Lou was very strong up front and Andy pulled out some balls at the finish to lead Lou out. It didn't go quite as planned for us- I was tired from previous racing and Andy got caught up behind a wreck I think, but it shows some real promise for when the 3 of us come together under one goal. Not to mention I love racing with those guys.So, this weekend is Christiana. I love the crit there- it is super fast and super technical. I won it as a 4 last year and took 3rd in the GC. Hopefully my bike will be decked out with a set of Zipp 909's for the TT.
Then I am off to the beach with my lovely girlfriend and some of her family for a little R&R. It'll be a fun little road trip for the two of us. We have the best times making fun out of simple adventures.
Bring it on Christiana.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
A special thanks
I just want to recognize someone who deserves a little thanks. My girlfriend. She is always supportive of me and what I want to do, especially my cycling. She pushes me to ride when I don't want to because she knows it makes me feel good and she never makes me feel like I have to sacrifice the bike to be with her- and at the same time she never makes it feel like I am sacrificing her when I have to spend long hours on the bike. And while she doesn't always get enthusiastic about going to races, she still spends hours in the sun just to be there and support me.
So, thank you, Kat. I love you.
So, thank you, Kat. I love you.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
It's been so long!
Wow...I really have been out of touch for a long time. But I have been busy enough to warrant the blog hiatus!
Let's start with the final weeks of my first senior year. I finished out the college racing season by taking the overall win in Men's B. I must admit that 1st overall felt pretty damn good after debating a jump into the 'A' field all season- a bit of justification and reward for my work.
What's even better was that I pulled off nearly 20 hours of training during the week, raced every weekend of the season, held down a job as a mechanic as the Bicycle Shop and pulled out a 3.6 GPA for the semester.
Today I was fortunate to attend the party that is the USPro Championship race in Philly. Particularly awesome was getting to watch my coach, Bill Elliston, of TargeTraining tear up the Manyunk wall. Risking coming across as a bit pretentious, I can't wait to be that fast. Even more awe-inspiring was watching Mike Friedman position himself into the winning break of the day and sprint to 8th place. It's crazy to think that kid used to race for my Penn State team and he is major league fast. He has had a fantastic year racing with TIAA-Cref.
We started out in the morning in Manyunk and watched the field hit the wall 4 times. The best way I can describe the atmosphere is to transplant the frat environment of State College into a small, crowded European town. I think the best was watching two guys who resembled Belushi in Animal House struggle to carry a keg up the wall. They'll be sore in the morning and not entirely from the hangover.
We then traveled to art museum area to witness the finish and partake in the marketing blitz. I was able to play with the new SRAM groupo and must say I am thoroughly impressed. Plus, they had the parts hung on Colnagos. Yea baby.
Also noteworthy was the appearance of the Toyota-United Pro girls. There were at least 6 young women in team skinsuits hocking team merchandise and attracting attention to the sponsors' logos which were boldly displayed on their well endowed chests.
Okay, now for a little bit of bitching (you knew it was going to happen at some point). My season as a Cat 3 hasn't gone as planned and I don't think I'll have the points to be a 2 in time to race in the National Championships in Seven Springs. But hey the upside is that'll save me $100 in registration fees.
Well, that is enough jibba jabba for now.
Let's start with the final weeks of my first senior year. I finished out the college racing season by taking the overall win in Men's B. I must admit that 1st overall felt pretty damn good after debating a jump into the 'A' field all season- a bit of justification and reward for my work.
What's even better was that I pulled off nearly 20 hours of training during the week, raced every weekend of the season, held down a job as a mechanic as the Bicycle Shop and pulled out a 3.6 GPA for the semester.
Today I was fortunate to attend the party that is the USPro Championship race in Philly. Particularly awesome was getting to watch my coach, Bill Elliston, of TargeTraining tear up the Manyunk wall. Risking coming across as a bit pretentious, I can't wait to be that fast. Even more awe-inspiring was watching Mike Friedman position himself into the winning break of the day and sprint to 8th place. It's crazy to think that kid used to race for my Penn State team and he is major league fast. He has had a fantastic year racing with TIAA-Cref.
We started out in the morning in Manyunk and watched the field hit the wall 4 times. The best way I can describe the atmosphere is to transplant the frat environment of State College into a small, crowded European town. I think the best was watching two guys who resembled Belushi in Animal House struggle to carry a keg up the wall. They'll be sore in the morning and not entirely from the hangover.
We then traveled to art museum area to witness the finish and partake in the marketing blitz. I was able to play with the new SRAM groupo and must say I am thoroughly impressed. Plus, they had the parts hung on Colnagos. Yea baby.
Also noteworthy was the appearance of the Toyota-United Pro girls. There were at least 6 young women in team skinsuits hocking team merchandise and attracting attention to the sponsors' logos which were boldly displayed on their well endowed chests.
Okay, now for a little bit of bitching (you knew it was going to happen at some point). My season as a Cat 3 hasn't gone as planned and I don't think I'll have the points to be a 2 in time to race in the National Championships in Seven Springs. But hey the upside is that'll save me $100 in registration fees.
Well, that is enough jibba jabba for now.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Time flies when you're...
It seems that the older I get, the faster time goes by. It has been a month since I have updated this thing, but it feels like yesterday.
This week has been busy as all get out, and its going to get progressively busier as the week comes to an end. I have an interview for an internship at a law firm in York on Thursday. Then on Friday I am getting a V02 max test done so I can start up coaching with Bill Elliston of Targetraining. (thanks Stephan)
Following those shenanigans its off to race at Lehigh Saturday and Bucknell on Sunday. Needless to say I should be pretty wiped Saturday coming off the testing.
Now, to bring you up to speed on the past month.
College racing hasn't gone as planned. Although the season is still quite early for me and I don't have the punch I normally have, I am frustrated and bummed at my results. Rutgers went very well- my ITT time put me in 8th in the B's and would have put me in top 20 in the A's. I finished 6th in the crit, but had a disappointing bonk in the circuit race.
Philly sucked- 2 flats. Lemon hill was exciting as hell in the rain, though. Until I flatted with 3 laps to go. I'm just glad that course didn't claim another bike.
Columbia started out really strong- 2 2nd place primes. The wind was brutal! But the course is amazing. However, there was a crash in the first turn on the NEUTRAL LAP!! I was in perfect position for the sprint to the finish, usually my favorite part, but when I started my sprint I just didn't want it and dropped back from the front of the peleton to finish in 10th....
Till next time...
This week has been busy as all get out, and its going to get progressively busier as the week comes to an end. I have an interview for an internship at a law firm in York on Thursday. Then on Friday I am getting a V02 max test done so I can start up coaching with Bill Elliston of Targetraining. (thanks Stephan)
Following those shenanigans its off to race at Lehigh Saturday and Bucknell on Sunday. Needless to say I should be pretty wiped Saturday coming off the testing.
Now, to bring you up to speed on the past month.
College racing hasn't gone as planned. Although the season is still quite early for me and I don't have the punch I normally have, I am frustrated and bummed at my results. Rutgers went very well- my ITT time put me in 8th in the B's and would have put me in top 20 in the A's. I finished 6th in the crit, but had a disappointing bonk in the circuit race.
Philly sucked- 2 flats. Lemon hill was exciting as hell in the rain, though. Until I flatted with 3 laps to go. I'm just glad that course didn't claim another bike.
Columbia started out really strong- 2 2nd place primes. The wind was brutal! But the course is amazing. However, there was a crash in the first turn on the NEUTRAL LAP!! I was in perfect position for the sprint to the finish, usually my favorite part, but when I started my sprint I just didn't want it and dropped back from the front of the peleton to finish in 10th....
Till next time...
Friday, February 24, 2006
Stupidness
Let me tell you what is really mind-boggling stupid. Attendance in college classes, especially if its one of those classes you don’t even have to go to get an A. THIS IS COLLEGE. If I decide that I don’t have to go to class, that’s on me. I pay for the ability to decide. Usually it’s the lazy profs who take attendance to try and make it appear as though something important is going on.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Ready for the ECCC
I am ready for Rutgers. I can't sleep because I keep visualizing decimating the Crit.
I spent nearly 5 hours today prepping the bike for the season. I installed a new DuraAce crankset on my baby, its hella stiff and feels so nice.
I also trued all the wheels, tuned the deraileurs, rewrapped the bars, and replaced the chain (mavic ones don't mesh so well) .
Let's go ECCC.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Never again
From this day forward, nothing gets in the way of my training. Nothing keeps me from riding my bike when I am supposed to. Not even when I nearly electrocute myself.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Finally Rode today! and Asylum
I finally rode today. It was magnificent. The weather was gorgeous. Nuff said.
Oh, and Ritchey's WCS Bar and Stem are suprisingly hella stiff for their weight. Much stiffer than my previous FSA stem and Bontrager bar.
If I get another mountain bike...it must be an Asylum OCD. 29er full suspension based off the Titus racer-x for Speedgoat. Oh goodness. Perfect for epic rides and my shitty back. Plus when I ride a 29er mtb I feel like a little kid again- giddy and stuff.
Oh, and Ritchey's WCS Bar and Stem are suprisingly hella stiff for their weight. Much stiffer than my previous FSA stem and Bontrager bar.
If I get another mountain bike...it must be an Asylum OCD. 29er full suspension based off the Titus racer-x for Speedgoat. Oh goodness. Perfect for epic rides and my shitty back. Plus when I ride a 29er mtb I feel like a little kid again- giddy and stuff.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Sickness! Cross?
Hopefully this is the last night I am stuck with this sickness, whatever it is. I just can’t seem to stay healthy for too long. Perhaps I have a weak immune system?
Man, there is this Colnago Dream Cross bike on e-Bay I really am into. It would be a matching sister to my road bike and I really want to try some cross. Not to mention it would make a great bike for commuting as I will do a lot more of it next year. I can slap fenders in the winter and wide, knobby tires to get through the State College muck.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my fixie, but I am getting tired of commuting on it. And while I am rather ballsy in traffic with it, sometimes I realize I have tempted death on numerous occasions and for some reason death let go, probably for the chance to go another round. I would rather turn it into a track bike or sell it and put the funds towards a track bike. I wish there were a track closer than T-Town. That’s what this campus needs- a velodrome.
Man, there is this Colnago Dream Cross bike on e-Bay I really am into. It would be a matching sister to my road bike and I really want to try some cross. Not to mention it would make a great bike for commuting as I will do a lot more of it next year. I can slap fenders in the winter and wide, knobby tires to get through the State College muck.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my fixie, but I am getting tired of commuting on it. And while I am rather ballsy in traffic with it, sometimes I realize I have tempted death on numerous occasions and for some reason death let go, probably for the chance to go another round. I would rather turn it into a track bike or sell it and put the funds towards a track bike. I wish there were a track closer than T-Town. That’s what this campus needs- a velodrome.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Blah
Very little time to ride this week. It's hell week of the play, which means after Saturday I will have all the time in the world to ride. Huzzah.
I AM NOT LOOKING FOWARD TO LIVING ON CAMPUS AGAIN. That will make it 5 years of living on campus for me. I want my own place- a nice little apartment with a bedroom and a kitchen and living room. Thats all I want. A roomier place to keep my bikes. A couch and a television to relax. A kitchen to cook my own meals and control what I eat a little more.
Damnit... I know people say to stay in school as long as you can. But 5 years is a lot of college, especially on campus. And definatley if you are going to grad school for J.D./MBA.
More motivation to put my all into attempting to go pro. I want nothing more than to race my bike and travel the country/world.
I AM NOT LOOKING FOWARD TO LIVING ON CAMPUS AGAIN. That will make it 5 years of living on campus for me. I want my own place- a nice little apartment with a bedroom and a kitchen and living room. Thats all I want. A roomier place to keep my bikes. A couch and a television to relax. A kitchen to cook my own meals and control what I eat a little more.
Damnit... I know people say to stay in school as long as you can. But 5 years is a lot of college, especially on campus. And definatley if you are going to grad school for J.D./MBA.
More motivation to put my all into attempting to go pro. I want nothing more than to race my bike and travel the country/world.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Busy
Damn I have been busy. Trying to balance training, school, work, and rehearsal (yes, I am in a play this semester) is tough stuff. I have been getting up at 6 to train, and have been putting in a few hours down at The Bicycle Shop in the window-less dungeon.
That place is dangerous... I always end up spending more than I earn.
Just washed Vittoria. God I love a clean bike.
Saw on Stephan's blog a post about night riding. I wish I could afford a set of lights- I love riding at night. Especially the sandman crits we have here on campus at times. Amazing.
That place is dangerous... I always end up spending more than I earn.
Just washed Vittoria. God I love a clean bike.
Saw on Stephan's blog a post about night riding. I wish I could afford a set of lights- I love riding at night. Especially the sandman crits we have here on campus at times. Amazing.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
PA Bar Changes
I just looked over the minutes from the PA BAR Governance meeting. It appears that this year state champions (crit, tt, rr, whatever) will get a jersey signifying their accomplishment. This is a great idea.
Albeit a little annoying since I won the Crit Championship last year and got nothing to show for it! Well, I do have my pride. Guess I will just have to win again this year. HAHA.
You can see the minutes here
Albeit a little annoying since I won the Crit Championship last year and got nothing to show for it! Well, I do have my pride. Guess I will just have to win again this year. HAHA.
You can see the minutes here
Can't wait for summer racing
I CAN’T WAIT FOR SUMMER RACING. I think that’s the only time I am really happy.
Hopefully, this will be a regular sight in the cat 3 races this summer.
College is not conducive to cycling
I find it harder every day to train while I am in college. Its not so much a matter of time as it is motivation. I am motivated to ride, but when I have to train indoors and I have already been in class for several hours of the day, its nearly impossible to get myself on the trainer. Even the rollers are boring at this point.
And classes drain the hell out of you. Well, at least me. I don't get it.
Oh wait, yes I do. Mindless classes. The less your brain has to work in a class, the harder your body has to work to keep it from breaking the fuck out of your skull. This must be the source of my exhaustion.
And classes drain the hell out of you. Well, at least me. I don't get it.
Oh wait, yes I do. Mindless classes. The less your brain has to work in a class, the harder your body has to work to keep it from breaking the fuck out of your skull. This must be the source of my exhaustion.
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