blank... white.... space.....

Staring at the blank white space, hunger of lunch pangs, esp since i've eaten almost all of it and what is left may not get me through the day.

Why not try to bust the flood gates down with a forced introduction. But then that isn't a forced introduction. I have been looking at this blank space all day.


Quietly reading, helping people, fixing shit (even cleaning the office, shut up Derdowski), and thinking.

AHTBM has some good stuff. Stevil gets it.  Granted me listening to a Circle Jerks pandora station pretty heavy on 80s politically charged anti-establishment music/punk stuff kind of doesn't help the mood much i guess.

The Prints came home unexpectedly last night.  Now what to do with 12 larger than life inkjet prints?  Not suitable for hanging in a space that will get much sunlight, and sitting there, in the cardboard and plastic sleeve, they are not small. On display at the Museum they were approachable.  In person, up close, they are pretty fucking impressive. I mean what the hell? I am impressed by these?  I hate everything.  I see the flaws of course.  But the images...

The ride home was pretty awesome.  Being rested makes a difference.  Cruised down to the bridge, drafted a car up past the start of the sidewalk on the Red Bridge.  Then hitched a draft behind a truck down Valley...  A guy on a ride caught me on the hill at the start of the bike path.  He was cranking up the hill in the big ring, over geared.  Then started heading at a pretty good clip.  Okay lets go.  I gave him space but marked the speed, he's clipping it out but in a big big big big gear. Road bike, grey Cannondale...  Me with fenders on the white bike and overstuffed backpack (when you take off the jacket because it is too warm, it kind of takes up space).  My extra mass helped on the downhill run out... And I just powered on until I slowed down enough that he pulled up along side and we chatted, me at the limit, legs drained from not eating enough all day and working and standing and sitting and not resting.  But it felt good.

Felt good to go fast, to push the limit, it was a good night to go fast.

The morning dawned with a stiff headwind.  Weather not terribly, in the low 40s.  But this wasn't a day for riding.

Steve, everyone's favorite Misanthrope posted a crazy idea (not on that link, that's a dead blog, using it more as a reference to history).  100 miles on the Blackstone BLVD.  Bitching idea.  I like it.  Would be a crazy number of laps sort of but not really, 32-33 laps or so. Crit level stuff.  Would be an interesting challenge.  I guess he's looking at it as part of the Rapha thing.

I've had a crazy idea, to ride 200k on the bike path, just on the bike path, up and down, back and forth.  End to End. Would take about 9 round trips or so to hit the 200k.  Seems pretty doable until I realize how many road crossings there are south of where i get on the path in the morning.  Breaks it up a bit though I guess, there's coffee along the way, food, water, coffee, the house...  Riding back to boston on the same roads I used last year seems less tedious though.  That said i do well with tedium, part and parcel with being good at electron microscope sample prep.

Maybe if i have a long ride planned and the weather turns to shit I can try that as a bail out back up plan.

Cyclocross is over.  Done.  For me.  Reality sinking in slowly.  Always that frustration of having the season end as you're just getting to peak form...

Gets easier to accept each year though.

This year not so bad. Moving on. Feeling kind of broken record here lately. vaguely alluding to stuff, repetitive...  Like practicing scales on your instrument, or doing intervals on the trainer (wait i didn't do a single f'n trainer work out ALL YEAR? WTF?). Keeping the motions consistent so when you're really ready to lay it down you can.

blah.

Go do some good some day...  even if it just means smiling and infecting people with happiness.

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