There are a few more races on the calendar, but more or less we're done. With CX. As a sport/season.
Time to move on.
I've had moments of "I NEED TO WRITE NOW" actually lots of them since last odd long worded post, but never quite the right opportunity to get these thoughts down. And most of all the thoughts are gone.
Between waking up for Worlds and Indoor Soccer games and being up late for winter formals and stuff, sleep has been elusive this weekend. Instead of writing here I should be outlining the lecture for tomorrow. But this feels more important and better not to put off, or wait. I have time tomorrow morning to work on the lecture. #wingit.
Watching worlds was amazing. Even the U23 race, wow. And then pinning hopes on hopes that Mani would win and then LVDH, the two little rabid pitbulls of the sport, but they finished second, well deserved and well earned and that's no slouch but we'd have been out of this orbit if they had won.
I almost tweeted that maybe Meg M's presence at worlds would be like the triple crown, a lucky charm. But no, Mani couldn't quite hold on, sort of like Lars, but hey, brilliant ride and it takes nothing away from either of them.
I could go on at lengths about my feelings about the race, how it hurts to hear everyone bully Cant about her emotional outbursts, but most have similar feelings and most have watched it all, no need to rehash here.
Rehashing the words from last post over and over, read it a couple times, no urge to change it all but it is also true. Should I be that honest about it all? Maybe not, but then if i wasn't then what's the point?
it was with great ambition that I started writing but now i am doing it an have fallen asleep twice. might take that as a sign that I should take a nap instead of writing.
more later
heddwch
G
Sunday, January 31, 2016
Friday, January 29, 2016
twitter replies I shouldn't make
running commentary i suppose, [translation - run the fuck away and don't read anything else - you've been warned]
This first - the other i wrote first but better put this first.
https://twitter.com/WholeFoods/status/693222121909161989
Oh yeah - low salt? Healthy? Healthy for those in your will because you're gonna die.
Biologists know this shit, nutritionists and doctors don't. Sodium is fucking essential. Low sodium diet? yeah lets see if we can kill you sooner. Also well, there are a good growing number of ignored (by psuedoscience places like WF) papers proving and pointing out that low sodium diets result in higher mortality. Also hey, lets look at osmolarity. Does sugar aka glucose tweak osmolarity? Maybe. Or not sure, it is all sodium, because, wait, what? Nah, sugar can't be the problem because I like baked goods and all that stuff, lets vilify the savory thing that isn't addictive. Also can we lump all the "this is healthy because it is low in fat" asshole and dimwhitted morons into the same boat as the salt is bad for you group? Sorry but hey read this: http://profgrant.com/2016/01/29/understanding-glucagon-and-somatostatin-28/ if you can't undestand it then you shouldn't be #1 giving advice, #2 listening to anyone who can't read it and then distill it into terms you might be able to understand. Am I being excessively harsh? Perhaps. I've had a rough fucking week and my levels of fucks to give are at zero and this has been bugging me for a long time and the damn burst.
This first - the other i wrote first but better put this first.
https://twitter.com/WholeFoods/status/693222121909161989
Oh yeah - low salt? Healthy? Healthy for those in your will because you're gonna die.
Biologists know this shit, nutritionists and doctors don't. Sodium is fucking essential. Low sodium diet? yeah lets see if we can kill you sooner. Also well, there are a good growing number of ignored (by psuedoscience places like WF) papers proving and pointing out that low sodium diets result in higher mortality. Also hey, lets look at osmolarity. Does sugar aka glucose tweak osmolarity? Maybe. Or not sure, it is all sodium, because, wait, what? Nah, sugar can't be the problem because I like baked goods and all that stuff, lets vilify the savory thing that isn't addictive. Also can we lump all the "this is healthy because it is low in fat" asshole and dimwhitted morons into the same boat as the salt is bad for you group? Sorry but hey read this: http://profgrant.com/2016/01/29/understanding-glucagon-and-somatostatin-28/ if you can't undestand it then you shouldn't be #1 giving advice, #2 listening to anyone who can't read it and then distill it into terms you might be able to understand. Am I being excessively harsh? Perhaps. I've had a rough fucking week and my levels of fucks to give are at zero and this has been bugging me for a long time and the damn burst.
Thursday, January 28, 2016
remarkable day i suppose
Nice ride in, wheel didn't break like it did yesterday. So that was nice to know the new wheel i put on has survived at least one round trip, pretty okay for being pulled out of the trash, granted with studded tires and the janky geometry of the Croll, i probably can't tell much anyway.
Really odd start, last night was super rough, set off edge and plummeted. The Introvert batteries are dead, and that means a mostly depressed emotional state. I was pretty high, doing well, after Tuesday's indoor session. Last night, shit just kind of got off the rails a bit. Keeping the sphere of influence essentially totally self contained but that's only because I'm really well practiced at that. Woke up at 2:30 super happy, awake and thinking "AWESOME that was quick, bounced back Today is gonna be a good day!" Then i realized it was 2:30 and that euphoria vanished not to return.
Really odd start, last night was super rough, set off edge and plummeted. The Introvert batteries are dead, and that means a mostly depressed emotional state. I was pretty high, doing well, after Tuesday's indoor session. Last night, shit just kind of got off the rails a bit. Keeping the sphere of influence essentially totally self contained but that's only because I'm really well practiced at that. Woke up at 2:30 super happy, awake and thinking "AWESOME that was quick, bounced back Today is gonna be a good day!" Then i realized it was 2:30 and that euphoria vanished not to return.
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
flurries
of words...
tipped off by off innocuous things.
seriously, you don't want to click read more unless you have insomnia, then you'll be asleep soon
tipped off by off innocuous things.
seriously, you don't want to click read more unless you have insomnia, then you'll be asleep soon
Sunday, January 17, 2016
so totally going to hide last post
By coupling these two pieces i read today.
first I read this, and thought, man that totally fucks with every single Premier League Soccer director's speech.
Follow that up with this and I'm like wow, I'm not a coach, I'm not an elite athlete, hell I don't even consider myself an athlete when faced with the age group guys who finished on the lead lap and I was 3 down on Wed at nationals, BUT HOLY FUCK I KNOW WHAT OTS IS LIKE. Why? Because I listen, and pay attention, and read, and have pushed the envelope, and have friends who are way fucking smarter than me like solobreak.
But then there is this, and every fucking word resonated with me. Because for the dancer, it has given her all this and more.
So yeah.
Time for GeWilli has past. Close that book. Final chapter has been written, an also ran in an age group of freaks and super athletes. Give me 4 or 6 years and maybe I'll be able to afford a dedicated SSCX bike, and rededicate myself to this sport, till then? Just gonna ride my fucking bike.
Granted, the only one that is rideable right now is the Garbage Truck. The bikes that went to Nationals are still in pieces, and nothing else is ready to roll. Haven't even done any laundry since returning. Too sick.
Time to cook though. collab idea from Jess Cutler, should be good.
heddwch
G
first I read this, and thought, man that totally fucks with every single Premier League Soccer director's speech.
Follow that up with this and I'm like wow, I'm not a coach, I'm not an elite athlete, hell I don't even consider myself an athlete when faced with the age group guys who finished on the lead lap and I was 3 down on Wed at nationals, BUT HOLY FUCK I KNOW WHAT OTS IS LIKE. Why? Because I listen, and pay attention, and read, and have pushed the envelope, and have friends who are way fucking smarter than me like solobreak.
But then there is this, and every fucking word resonated with me. Because for the dancer, it has given her all this and more.
So yeah.
Time for GeWilli has past. Close that book. Final chapter has been written, an also ran in an age group of freaks and super athletes. Give me 4 or 6 years and maybe I'll be able to afford a dedicated SSCX bike, and rededicate myself to this sport, till then? Just gonna ride my fucking bike.
Granted, the only one that is rideable right now is the Garbage Truck. The bikes that went to Nationals are still in pieces, and nothing else is ready to roll. Haven't even done any laundry since returning. Too sick.
Time to cook though. collab idea from Jess Cutler, should be good.
heddwch
G
Thank you...
This post has been written a few times. The first draft deleted and abandoned completely. The second draft got way to involved in thanking each person in detail and then the thank yous got way too personal, even for GeWilli on this insane blog where i am insane and you all know that.
I will leave in the part where if these two read it and feel like listening to the words of thank you that I tried to share over coffee two years ago but maybe their misunderstanding or misassumption that the words I wanted to say over coffee were pure appreciation and gratitude but somehow this public but private struggle bus that I am wanted to say them face to face was intimidating or scary, it is understandable. But this anonymous call (even if i feel pretty certain neither reads this anymore) is the passive introvert way of reaching out one last time.
Speaking of introvert and passive and all that. GCD posted a link on Faceplace I agreed competely, then was struck but not surprised by Griggs's comment. He doesn't get it. Drove it home even more. I had an awesome time hanging out with Derek this past week. Love that guy to no end. We have lots in common, no shortage of things to talk about and absolutely nothing that we can't fill the gap without draining the introvert batteries. Yes, I can talk, and as long as I'm talking about stuff I'm passionate about, care about, I can talk at lengths. But make small talk? Meaningless fill? Not so good at that. Even with beers to fool the inner introvert.
Sidebar the size of my CX handlebars (46 c-c).
Okay now back to thank you for what? For Nationals. Thank you for the support, encouragement, the help, the support, the hugs, the faith, the love, the doughnuts, the beer, the everything.
For a guy who catalogs stuff he is given like rainman, but can't keep track of stuff he gives, it is an odd way to exist. It feels like I'm constantly and perpetually in debt (maybe life mimics finances in that way for me) perhaps i am living in perpetual debt on both sides. I dunno, somethings seem to suggest otherwise, but that's maybe a modest way of understanding the balance? Not sure. A minor awakening has happened this last year. Some would call it confidence gained, others? Just more GeWilli delusion. But what I'm hinting at is my blindness to my contribution. Yes that sounds cringingly narcissistic, but don't worry, not a chance it'll change me. Even if it should. But this balance, this equation. Syl pointed it out one time in an unrelated (but related) discussion on a ride. It is about personal perspective, about how you feel. But then how you feel may not reflect reality and what needs to change? How you perceive it? because if you have it pretty f'n awesome but perceive otherwise and you change it, man that's gonna suck. Or do you change your perspective and recognize the gifts you've been graced with?
Deep shit here at Introspection Section. Yeah. Taylor Jones and Adam Myerson aren't the only touchy emo assholes in CX. The list is long I think. Nature of the sport and how it developed in the USA.
I've rarely felt so alone as I did during CX nationals. On my own, totally and completely. But contrast with the total and complete support from friends and family that made it possible. Juxtaposition. Dichotomy. that should be my middle name.
But what I got out of the experience I think was worth ever ounce of personal sacrifice. And if i'd started the season sacrificing beer the whole year I might have gotten more out of it. But hey, room for improvement. Or some other super lame justification/rationalization.
I'm delaying writing the list of names, fear of missing someone super important is paralyzing. It would run pages and pages, but I'm going to try and focus in no order on people that my stupid asshole brain lights up as critical to the vision quest (trademarked by fatmarc).
My Wife - she gave up running a 5k a 10k a 1/2 marathon and a full marathon last weekend so I could go to nationals. That was her nationals, she gave me a give so burdened that I was unsure if I was worth it of it, certain I wasn't, but in the end so grateful for her sacrifice that allowed me to find out and discover.
Fatmarc :: VISION QUEST love you man
Negacoach - fuck you asshole, i love you too, and Thank you.
'Stas, IOW Maria Anastasia MacDonald your counsel this fall... thank you
Alfie, dude, words will never ever be able to express thanks for last week you're the best of the best
Megan, your assurances were enough to overwhelm my anxiety and that's not easy, thank you, and you over-reach the thanks, you're a rock star standing on your own two feet, i was happy to help in the limited capacity, your party was amazing congrats.
breaks right the fuck down now
everyone who bought prints, esp those who overpaid to my extreme embarrassment and total befuddlement, among potential readers: fox, cohen, chabot, kotter, JSL, williams, goldberg, brahmhall....
velocb, that fucking knucklehead, so encouraging and fucking positive, and sooo much needed.
Parsons - i'll never talk the same again
B-Mac, words from NoHo 2014 still cling to my heart, you're a special MoFo
Jared, Griggs, Pipp, Jenn, Kristen, HooptySteve, PaulyB, Pastry, Roti, BellLap, Kurt, Jena, Sickwhat, Myerson, ASG, the other Geoff, Wade, Bret, Meg, Al, Mukunda, Bill, Matt, Larry, fuuuuck this is the hard part... must keep listing names but new ones come as soon as I pause, but can't list them all... knowing that I do actually remember, it all (stupid elephant brain) please know that omissions are not deliberate
Those who reached out and broached the uncomfortable barrier and said hey to GeWilli, a special thank you.
So yeah.
I can't do better, I've tried, if I keep pushing it two paths lay ahead, fuck it up even more, or forget it completely, both are worse than this.
Please know that my temporal brain may have forgotten, but my heart never will. I suck at this, and will go back to writing more typical stuff soon.
As soon as I'm not sick anymore. So sick.
Got back, made it a day then my body said ahahahhaahahah FUCK YOU! But i'm better than I was last night, hoping to track similar improvement tomorrow night and be ready to throw down on Tuesday at NBX indoor. Too old to take more than a week off. INTERVALS!
so with that.
thank you,
love you all, so much,
thank you again, and again, and again, and again
heddwch
G
I will leave in the part where if these two read it and feel like listening to the words of thank you that I tried to share over coffee two years ago but maybe their misunderstanding or misassumption that the words I wanted to say over coffee were pure appreciation and gratitude but somehow this public but private struggle bus that I am wanted to say them face to face was intimidating or scary, it is understandable. But this anonymous call (even if i feel pretty certain neither reads this anymore) is the passive introvert way of reaching out one last time.
Speaking of introvert and passive and all that. GCD posted a link on Faceplace I agreed competely, then was struck but not surprised by Griggs's comment. He doesn't get it. Drove it home even more. I had an awesome time hanging out with Derek this past week. Love that guy to no end. We have lots in common, no shortage of things to talk about and absolutely nothing that we can't fill the gap without draining the introvert batteries. Yes, I can talk, and as long as I'm talking about stuff I'm passionate about, care about, I can talk at lengths. But make small talk? Meaningless fill? Not so good at that. Even with beers to fool the inner introvert.
Sidebar the size of my CX handlebars (46 c-c).
Okay now back to thank you for what? For Nationals. Thank you for the support, encouragement, the help, the support, the hugs, the faith, the love, the doughnuts, the beer, the everything.
For a guy who catalogs stuff he is given like rainman, but can't keep track of stuff he gives, it is an odd way to exist. It feels like I'm constantly and perpetually in debt (maybe life mimics finances in that way for me) perhaps i am living in perpetual debt on both sides. I dunno, somethings seem to suggest otherwise, but that's maybe a modest way of understanding the balance? Not sure. A minor awakening has happened this last year. Some would call it confidence gained, others? Just more GeWilli delusion. But what I'm hinting at is my blindness to my contribution. Yes that sounds cringingly narcissistic, but don't worry, not a chance it'll change me. Even if it should. But this balance, this equation. Syl pointed it out one time in an unrelated (but related) discussion on a ride. It is about personal perspective, about how you feel. But then how you feel may not reflect reality and what needs to change? How you perceive it? because if you have it pretty f'n awesome but perceive otherwise and you change it, man that's gonna suck. Or do you change your perspective and recognize the gifts you've been graced with?
Deep shit here at Introspection Section. Yeah. Taylor Jones and Adam Myerson aren't the only touchy emo assholes in CX. The list is long I think. Nature of the sport and how it developed in the USA.
I've rarely felt so alone as I did during CX nationals. On my own, totally and completely. But contrast with the total and complete support from friends and family that made it possible. Juxtaposition. Dichotomy. that should be my middle name.
But what I got out of the experience I think was worth ever ounce of personal sacrifice. And if i'd started the season sacrificing beer the whole year I might have gotten more out of it. But hey, room for improvement. Or some other super lame justification/rationalization.
I'm delaying writing the list of names, fear of missing someone super important is paralyzing. It would run pages and pages, but I'm going to try and focus in no order on people that my stupid asshole brain lights up as critical to the vision quest (trademarked by fatmarc).
My Wife - she gave up running a 5k a 10k a 1/2 marathon and a full marathon last weekend so I could go to nationals. That was her nationals, she gave me a give so burdened that I was unsure if I was worth it of it, certain I wasn't, but in the end so grateful for her sacrifice that allowed me to find out and discover.
Fatmarc :: VISION QUEST love you man
Negacoach - fuck you asshole, i love you too, and Thank you.
'Stas, IOW Maria Anastasia MacDonald your counsel this fall... thank you
Alfie, dude, words will never ever be able to express thanks for last week you're the best of the best
Megan, your assurances were enough to overwhelm my anxiety and that's not easy, thank you, and you over-reach the thanks, you're a rock star standing on your own two feet, i was happy to help in the limited capacity, your party was amazing congrats.
breaks right the fuck down now
everyone who bought prints, esp those who overpaid to my extreme embarrassment and total befuddlement, among potential readers: fox, cohen, chabot, kotter, JSL, williams, goldberg, brahmhall....
velocb, that fucking knucklehead, so encouraging and fucking positive, and sooo much needed.
Parsons - i'll never talk the same again
B-Mac, words from NoHo 2014 still cling to my heart, you're a special MoFo
Jared, Griggs, Pipp, Jenn, Kristen, HooptySteve, PaulyB, Pastry, Roti, BellLap, Kurt, Jena, Sickwhat, Myerson, ASG, the other Geoff, Wade, Bret, Meg, Al, Mukunda, Bill, Matt, Larry, fuuuuck this is the hard part... must keep listing names but new ones come as soon as I pause, but can't list them all... knowing that I do actually remember, it all (stupid elephant brain) please know that omissions are not deliberate
Those who reached out and broached the uncomfortable barrier and said hey to GeWilli, a special thank you.
So yeah.
I can't do better, I've tried, if I keep pushing it two paths lay ahead, fuck it up even more, or forget it completely, both are worse than this.
Please know that my temporal brain may have forgotten, but my heart never will. I suck at this, and will go back to writing more typical stuff soon.
As soon as I'm not sick anymore. So sick.
Got back, made it a day then my body said ahahahhaahahah FUCK YOU! But i'm better than I was last night, hoping to track similar improvement tomorrow night and be ready to throw down on Tuesday at NBX indoor. Too old to take more than a week off. INTERVALS!
so with that.
thank you,
love you all, so much,
thank you again, and again, and again, and again
heddwch
G
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
It is over?
Already?
So soon
What to write, so much.
What am i feeling compelled to document now?
the simple fact that riding to work and home felt effortless, like things have clicked, are working well.
Fluid. is the best way to describe how it felt.
Riding the garbage truck today with studded tires (snow and ice and the other two bikes are still packed up and single speeded - in the car, still, yes, in the car).
Feels good, different than it did on the last commute.
Effort more effortless.
Season is over but i'm even more resolved to hold on to the marginal gains i've made, forge forward to work to keep them and build on them perhaps for next year.
Cyclocross is something different all together. Can't really explain it.
Another thing I can't explain is how much I appreciate the support and love from everyone. Emotional support, physical support, places to stay, dinners, beers, words exchanged, emotions and jokes shared, life revealed and friends... so many friends.
A proper write up is needed. One that describes my redemption moment in the SSCX race, how proud i am to land that result. How insanely awesome it was to see Todd's kid Anna crush it for a lead lap finish, how Andrew Lints was THE animator as the DFL (from out POV) with his Droppah Post and Jorts in the U23 race, just how awesome it all came together. There were plenty of doubts moments of "this feels odd and uncomfortable' but i pushed through them and was rewarded.
Cliff notes version I suppose is I went on a vision quest, a dumb one, (they all are really) and came away with what you always do from true VQs. A better understanding of oneself. A stronger version, surviving personal trials and struggles. Not surprisingly still a couple buckets full of guilt for how generous people were, how inadequate i felt in face of such ability to give and generosity and willingness to do so. Every opportunity i was asked i fulfilled to my best ability. But Wed morning. Overcome repeatedly, good handful of times, overwhelmed by just how much people were willing to do to help me.
Anyway.
Proper post this line of thinking deserves.
Day one back at work wrapped up with a good handful of disasters. Some puzzling developments and some super exciting ones.
Time to sleep i suppose. Time to write is precious and far between at the moment, but hopefully with time soon, it will settle and i can expound on themes i desperately want to flesh out and get into.
till then, heddwch and thank you
GeWilli
So soon
What to write, so much.
What am i feeling compelled to document now?
the simple fact that riding to work and home felt effortless, like things have clicked, are working well.
Fluid. is the best way to describe how it felt.
Riding the garbage truck today with studded tires (snow and ice and the other two bikes are still packed up and single speeded - in the car, still, yes, in the car).
Feels good, different than it did on the last commute.
Effort more effortless.
Season is over but i'm even more resolved to hold on to the marginal gains i've made, forge forward to work to keep them and build on them perhaps for next year.
Cyclocross is something different all together. Can't really explain it.
Another thing I can't explain is how much I appreciate the support and love from everyone. Emotional support, physical support, places to stay, dinners, beers, words exchanged, emotions and jokes shared, life revealed and friends... so many friends.
A proper write up is needed. One that describes my redemption moment in the SSCX race, how proud i am to land that result. How insanely awesome it was to see Todd's kid Anna crush it for a lead lap finish, how Andrew Lints was THE animator as the DFL (from out POV) with his Droppah Post and Jorts in the U23 race, just how awesome it all came together. There were plenty of doubts moments of "this feels odd and uncomfortable' but i pushed through them and was rewarded.
Cliff notes version I suppose is I went on a vision quest, a dumb one, (they all are really) and came away with what you always do from true VQs. A better understanding of oneself. A stronger version, surviving personal trials and struggles. Not surprisingly still a couple buckets full of guilt for how generous people were, how inadequate i felt in face of such ability to give and generosity and willingness to do so. Every opportunity i was asked i fulfilled to my best ability. But Wed morning. Overcome repeatedly, good handful of times, overwhelmed by just how much people were willing to do to help me.
Anyway.
Proper post this line of thinking deserves.
Day one back at work wrapped up with a good handful of disasters. Some puzzling developments and some super exciting ones.
Time to sleep i suppose. Time to write is precious and far between at the moment, but hopefully with time soon, it will settle and i can expound on themes i desperately want to flesh out and get into.
till then, heddwch and thank you
GeWilli
Thursday, January 07, 2016
one more race
Laying in bed, down here in Greenville, shit's pretty fucking fantastic. You know those friends you can just hang out with, even after like 15 years or 5 years like nothing has changed or you only saw them yesterday? Shit like just being totally comfortable even if you're not keeping up or talking much at all?
That. Here. AC's and his wife and family are amazing and it was really good to be here. Last night now. Pre-race routine one more time. But different. We've got a 2 something pm race instead of an 11:30 race. Food and fueling is different but fuck it. I got this shit. No, big, deal.
Make coffee, lots of coffee, make some b-fast sandwiches, maybe a couple PBJs f'n wing it and shit. Why not.
SSCX tomorrow.
Will be different mindset in the race knowing the 80% rule is going to royally fuck most of the people in the race.
Starting 9th row out of 19 rows means I have a better chance than the guys in row 19 but still... they nuked more than half the field all at once on Wed. And I started in row 9 that day too.
Only consolation is Jared won his non-champ race on a singlespeed turning slower laps than Pete the professional master Weber did.
Weather and parking are my big uncertainties. Parking being the one more worrisome. but fuckit. it is what it is and everyone else who didn't pony up a shit ton of money for a team/pro spot and isn't driving a VW has to deal with it too.
For daily, more story line of this trip check the Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ge_willi/ Not sure i'll have time to write about the races for a bit, but am trying to provide snapshot/documentation to a broad group of friends some on each of the three platforms that instaspam easily reaches.
Beer/calories now consumed. Sleep then early rise, drive with some tunes f'n CRANKED. We're gonna make this shit work. Somehow.
So sorry for not writing more here lately. I'll try and catch up with the content soon because, well, freaking Negacoach must not be getting much sleep without new content to read.
heddwch
G
That. Here. AC's and his wife and family are amazing and it was really good to be here. Last night now. Pre-race routine one more time. But different. We've got a 2 something pm race instead of an 11:30 race. Food and fueling is different but fuck it. I got this shit. No, big, deal.
Make coffee, lots of coffee, make some b-fast sandwiches, maybe a couple PBJs f'n wing it and shit. Why not.
SSCX tomorrow.
Will be different mindset in the race knowing the 80% rule is going to royally fuck most of the people in the race.
Starting 9th row out of 19 rows means I have a better chance than the guys in row 19 but still... they nuked more than half the field all at once on Wed. And I started in row 9 that day too.
Only consolation is Jared won his non-champ race on a singlespeed turning slower laps than Pete the professional master Weber did.
Weather and parking are my big uncertainties. Parking being the one more worrisome. but fuckit. it is what it is and everyone else who didn't pony up a shit ton of money for a team/pro spot and isn't driving a VW has to deal with it too.
For daily, more story line of this trip check the Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ge_willi/ Not sure i'll have time to write about the races for a bit, but am trying to provide snapshot/documentation to a broad group of friends some on each of the three platforms that instaspam easily reaches.
Beer/calories now consumed. Sleep then early rise, drive with some tunes f'n CRANKED. We're gonna make this shit work. Somehow.
So sorry for not writing more here lately. I'll try and catch up with the content soon because, well, freaking Negacoach must not be getting much sleep without new content to read.
heddwch
G
Sunday, January 03, 2016
Movin' on down the road
Closer by the minute.
Today I headed out to join the 'New England' Pro riding for a CT (not New England fwiw) bike company, the big C over at Haymarket Fit Studios.
I couldn't sleep last night. Dehydrated a bit maybe, maybe not enough beer, drank a ton of water at 1:30, finally was out at 2:30 but man fitful sleep until it was time to wake up.
Make coffee, chug, feel better, not 100%. Make peanut butter sandwich, eat on drive to studios in the plains. Which is not normal GeWilli you know that eat in the am when you're not hungry, but i was banking on maybe not turning around after 30 min (I should have - foreshadowing). I get on the highway right behind a Ted King doing 80+ (he drives as fast as he rides i guess) in a 65, wind up catching him at The Plains exit. Follow him until he's doing 45 in a 25 and decide i'm too old for this shit and slow down and grab a parking spot with a quick get away. Lots of people already there.
Today I headed out to join the 'New England' Pro riding for a CT (not New England fwiw) bike company, the big C over at Haymarket Fit Studios.
I couldn't sleep last night. Dehydrated a bit maybe, maybe not enough beer, drank a ton of water at 1:30, finally was out at 2:30 but man fitful sleep until it was time to wake up.
Make coffee, chug, feel better, not 100%. Make peanut butter sandwich, eat on drive to studios in the plains. Which is not normal GeWilli you know that eat in the am when you're not hungry, but i was banking on maybe not turning around after 30 min (I should have - foreshadowing). I get on the highway right behind a Ted King doing 80+ (he drives as fast as he rides i guess) in a 65, wind up catching him at The Plains exit. Follow him until he's doing 45 in a 25 and decide i'm too old for this shit and slow down and grab a parking spot with a quick get away. Lots of people already there.
Saturday, January 02, 2016
Time to focus
Plans changed a little this week, the girls were going to leave yesterday, but they stayed an extra day, and it was nice. Kind of wish they didn't have to go, wish it would have worked to have them there with me but that whole school thing.
Spent a bit of time this morning going through clothing and kit and figuring out what I'll wear tomorrow morning for the Ted King ride out of Haymarket Studios at The Plains. At some point, not sure why, maybe when i started to wonder about that lockring cog and if i need to take that off (probably) I realized, shit, I wonder if they'll let me have two rings up front even w/o way to shift. Damnit, looks like words say no.
Maybe i SHOULD have brought the garbage truck. If only to be able to use the chainring bolts off it to single up the white blue. Guess I'm going looking for another set of single ring bolts or spacers. At least I'm identifying the problem now and not friday a few hours before the race.
Weather is looking kind of ideal. I was almost hoping for rain on Wed but now, with as much climbing I think dry will be fine and that means I can use the faster wheels. With rain forecast for Friday Kind of def want to have a back up bike and probably put mud tires on.
I laid out the tools in the tool bag looking maybe hoping for spacers. Realized I have a bunch of things I didn't need to bring but were just in there because they were.
Spent a bit of time this morning going through clothing and kit and figuring out what I'll wear tomorrow morning for the Ted King ride out of Haymarket Studios at The Plains. At some point, not sure why, maybe when i started to wonder about that lockring cog and if i need to take that off (probably) I realized, shit, I wonder if they'll let me have two rings up front even w/o way to shift. Damnit, looks like words say no.
Maybe i SHOULD have brought the garbage truck. If only to be able to use the chainring bolts off it to single up the white blue. Guess I'm going looking for another set of single ring bolts or spacers. At least I'm identifying the problem now and not friday a few hours before the race.
Weather is looking kind of ideal. I was almost hoping for rain on Wed but now, with as much climbing I think dry will be fine and that means I can use the faster wheels. With rain forecast for Friday Kind of def want to have a back up bike and probably put mud tires on.
I laid out the tools in the tool bag looking maybe hoping for spacers. Realized I have a bunch of things I didn't need to bring but were just in there because they were.
Kit will get final sorting after getting washed after the ride tomorrow.
Then new bar tape for the White bike, both bikes will get a bit of cleaning and tuning love before packing the car tomorrow afternoon and heading south on Monday.
Excited, scared... not anxious though, so that's good. More tired than I want but we've had a few late nights and got up early today but there's time to rest soon enough, taking it easy today.
We had a nice long couple hour hike with everyone yesterday, came back worked on dinner, got on the trainer, and did an abbreviated workout. 15 min warm up followed by 3 three minute intervals with one minute rest between. then a 20 min cool down. Yeah on the trainer. Easier to do, and i got to listen to some Viking Metal on a google music radio station, it was good. No it isn't the same as riding outside but it is close and I got my lungs burning and gave the legs a reminder about what we're supposed to do on Wed.
And hey, who knows, i might wind up just covering the little chainring with the checkered duct tape per Negacoach's suggestion. we'll see...
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