Labor day weekend. If I were to count the calories consumed compared to the calories burned, it would sicken even the hardest individual. It was a great weekend even though it rained pretty good one day. I could give you the detailed synopsis events of the weekend but I wouldn't want to bore you with the mudane details of middle aged newbie parent trying to entertain his son with goofy expressions every 5 seconds that illicit a funky smile or gob of drool. The brief but not brief vesion goes as follows. I brought the roadbike up north so the Schwinn could grace the newly paved route 103. Saturday I went out at turtle pace and just took it a nice 80 minute stroll, creeping along the harbor. I noticed that some maple trees were already turning. Its too soon for this to happen. I made it to the top of Mnt. Aggie, it was pretty tough going, the form just wasn't there so I turned around and headed home. Saturday night, I hung with two familiar faces. Good to see the boys again even though one of them rides around on "Tiger Paw" tires. Those tires sound like they belong on some pink tricycle. I couldn't let that slide. I made it be known. And its good to see that the UNH site has got photo's up, it made for an entertaining evening.
Sunday. Rain and dreary skies. It kept up us cooped up for most of hte day, occasional sneaking out with the little one so he could drool in the fresh ocean air. Not too mention, watching the water run out of the gutters...to him...that was some pretty amazing entertainment.
Monday, i think my legs were made of lead. They could even push the pedals so like a true athlete in training I joined up (more like tagged along) with some bike club. I talked briefly with one fellow about Cross racing. He said it was the ultimate suffer-fest, more pain than i could ever imagine. He wasn't painting a bright picture. The group ride finished their warm up period and put it into high gear. I was dropped pretty damn quickly. They passed me again after they themselves did two laps up Mnt. Aggie. Cyclocross season, still have to think about it.
Gotta get the Giant up an runnin for the Landmine race this weekend but I think to spare my equipment from further super-abuse. If it's raining on sunday, I'm skipping the race and riding sprints in the basement instead. Maybe fire up hte ESC-GT and get her ready for the first foray into "suffer-fest". Why couldn't they say..."its tough but not bad".....
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