It ain't a stream! Today, IT IS A FREAKING RIVER!

Random thoughts to start:

Intervals: 5 1 min with 5 min recovery... actually kinda did 6 but the first one the power was too high and i exploded after about 20 seconds... actually felt good. Ran into one of the local Crit specialists from the Woman's Barbershop quartet team on my warm up loop... rode a lap of the BLVD and chatted up at hope for a second and i rode off to start. Saw a couple Lotto kitted guys w/o helmets start their riding around the BLVD, and then didn't see them till i was 1/2 through the final cool down lap. Chatted with them for a lap or so, one of them is just back from 2 years in Iraq, the other one? No Speaka Da English. Great day to be out. Watched a fleet of jogger stroller mom's do a workout, run a little to funny arm jumpy things while the kids stared at them, they ran a little further did different things and repeat... meanwhile. Me and the trailer, doing intervals.

In my worthless opinion some of Shell Silverstien's best work was only published in Playboy

As soon as he finished his military term in 1955, Silverstein returned to Chicago and took a job with Playboy as a cartoonist, where he was able to publish several collections of his comical drawings. In 1956, Hugh Hefner, Playboy's founder and editor, featured Silverstein's cartoons, stories, and poems in editions of Playboy. And of course, Silverstein showed his satirical sense of humor in each piece that he wrote.

And who can forget this Immortal song sung by Johnny Cash? A Boy Named Sue written of course by Shell. I'd love to get my hands on this CD.

Okay enough about Shell...

NEXT:
Fresh Rant at VNews! His two biggest fans gotta be me and Big Jonny. Or are there others out there too who revere the humor and what not of the guy who made Frank and Mark cartoon aliens as a result of their complete domination of the cross scene in the USA?

Choco Milk (post interval reco) - 4 cups of Choco milk post ride, get that insulin spike from the cow juice protein and the sugar from the stuff that makes is sweet. Mmmm REFUEL THAT GLYCOGEN!

Oh and it was/is a freakin gorgeous morning. Days like today. Just make ya wanna keep riding until it is time to pick the little one up from day care. Hmmm did i just come up with a new training regime? One day a month get in a 8-9 hour ride? Maybe i should ride up to have lunch in Woods Hole or Mystic. Or just pack the lunch in the trailer and have a couple picnics along the way...

shifting gears yet again:
Queen Elizabeth said, "I wonder whether I should start this toast by saying, 'When I was here in 1776.' "

I'm gonna say it - that Bush dude occupying the white house (with about as much success and popularity as the troops he has occupying Iraq) is a total phuc'n ID 10 T

Um yeah "when you were here in 17 i mean 1976 for our bicentennial..." or how ever he flubbed it... that was "funny" NO... well yes... but not in the hah we are laughing at your joke... in the we are laughing at you! Monkey face!

What a Farce. What a farce. And to think he's dumb enough to choke on a pretzel. I mean hello... what part of eating 101 did you forget? Take a bite, chew, swallow.
Of course in polite company or if you are at the mess hall at West Point or Annapolis (cause you know the sissy fly boys in Colorado Springs ain't this regimented) you have a hard and fast rule. Never EVER put more food than you can chew and swallow in 5 chews in case an officer asks you a question. Works for dinner parties too. Take small bites. Eat fast if you need to but never have enough food in your mouth to create an awkward silence while someone is waiting for you to respond. Think about it like eating waiting for a phone call. Never have more food in your mouth than you can chew and safely swallow before the phone rings 3-4 times.

(boy it is random day here at the picture factory, already a couple meetings a few tours and a big long training session coming up soon to give).

last night heading home i had some fun with two things:
first:
-headwind, ~15-20mph freaking bang on perfect headwind (me dragging parachute which is even more parachute-ish when the windscreen is up, windscreen down and it's nice and aero)

second:
-old guy in a Mapei jersey passes at the base of the start of the bike path while i'm re-loading the snack container...

So whadda i do? I decide that despite the headwind i'm gonna try and catch this guy. Yeah so he's not terribly fat, on a nice bike, prolly rides a bit... i shouldn't be able to catch him. BUT it is a wicked headwind, i have a chance. I get on the path and am at the base of the hill and he's a little less than 1/2 way up. And i'm gaining, and gaining. He must have looked back when i wasn't watching him cause when i check the spacing he'd opened it up a bit. Maybe seeing some guy towing a trailer gaining on you going up hill is motivation enough to push it.

So he crests the hill and musta gassed it coming down around the parking lot. Me? NFW. I ain't cruising through with a trailer past the place were people just randomly walk on to the trail. Through that zone he's gained lots of spacing. But *grunt* i'm gonna reel him in. And i do... he's coming back slowly...

Of course then there is the little downhill onto the exposed section by the bay. Sumbitch musta wound it up. Me? too many close calls and i ain't gonna scream down hill towing a trailer not knowing what inattentive iPod (fucking borg death devices) wearing fool is in my path. He gains a hell uva alot distance wise... but i'm chewing up ground going into the exposed headwind, he's definately short on power cause he is really slowing down in the windy spots. But, then it is slightly sheltered and he's normalizing the distance.

Slowly i drag him back... 8 minutes and i'm within 50 yards or so, muscles screaming... 8 minutes with HR pegged at 171 it isn't rising above that no matter how hard my legs are working and then he catches some slow guy who sits right on his wheel. Sumbitch is out for a testosterone ride cause he digs for another gear approaching riverside and the street crossings. And those two take off. No luck getting them to slow/stop for traffic at the light. They blow through the red and motor away down hill towards Barrington. Damn.

But there is a rider, stopped looking at the rear wheel. Gets back on turns around. I spy flat tire. I also spy no pump, and a look of dispair. GeWilli and the buggy do a u-turn. Change flat. Person had an extra tube, but didn't think it was the right size (it was). Flat was caused by hitting the hard sharp granite curb. Snake bite.

Quick tube change and we're off in opposite directions. My HR has recovered and i deliberately just soft pedal home. The 8 minutes had an average wattage around 3.7w/kg no Mahk the Shahk, prolly not close to Cronoman yet hell i could only hope to have the w/kg that the amazing and talented miss litka has... but for some mid 30s dad... with training schizophrenia it ain't bad after a day's at the picture factory.

That Training schizophrenia (thank you FireFox 2.0 for you spell checker making me look like i can spell big words), i used it when chatting with the afore mentioned barber shop quartet kit wearing gal to describe my training.

And as i rode away heading to the start of the intervals i sort of realized. I had great discipline. Got consistent work in leading up to battenkill. Sure, i could have/should have done more but i was consistent with the hill work and the hard ride for weeks running. Then the wheels fell off the cart and i got distracted. That or i was recovering and didn't pick back up well enough. I have an idea what i need to do. And sometimes i do it. These 5 1s were hard. But when they are over, they are over and i know they will be doing me some good. If i can get out and get a ride in sitting at 75% of my max HR the whole time for a few hours that'll be a huge help as well. I know what i need to do. I just need to do it and find something that works consistently that i can stick with. So when next year rolls around i'll be able to be much more focused and productive (maybe even finish a race with the 35+ field even).

Okay - the stream river of consciousness for today has hit the dam of Lunch. Food, fuel and recovery. Time to eat some pizza left over that i made last night. Suds, if ya made it this far, we've found THE best pizza dough from the bakery here. Makes an AMAZING pizza... and some great nitrite/bad stuff free pepperoni too! Issa GOOD stuff, esp with that Top Secret Sauce recipe that only you've had the privilege to learn!

Peace, Respect, Smile at Folks, and be happy: there are 130 days until cross season starts!
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