Landmines and Lapped traffic

Its been quiet a few interesting days on and off the bike. Boston college once agian pulledi to ff in double overtime so it was a good game for the little man to see. The crowd noise definately jolted him a little bit but being able to stare at some many moving objects made his day. The legs felt a little better with a few days off so saturday evening, hit the streets with the CX bike and got the saddle height dialed in as well handle bar tilt. The bike is definately coming around, which is more than I can say for the rider atop. Hit some baseball fields to practice dismounts and remounts. Went pretty well until the legs gave out and decided it was best to ride it home before bonkville set in. Sunday was a day in patience. I did a local CX training race...15 laps, 30 minutes. Didn't sound so bad. It pretty much went as follows: Sprint off the line, taste puke, jump off bike, run, jump a barrier (a horse couldn't jump this thing- i looked like a fat kid at military camp), taste more puke, slide back on the saddle, hammer....get lapped. I finished 4-laps down..luckily there were two other suckers who kept me company and the leaders had no fun passing this wheezing looser. I had the only bike that didn't have an ounce of carbon fiber or some fancy name brand part I couldn't pronounce. Proud that I was keeping it real....at the back...way back of the pack. Sunday late afternoon, the coach showed up and demanded beer and tightness so the schwinn got the Coach-G tune up and the GT got a little TLC as well and then it was off to have the brazilan heckle me in the training fields. Got some good advice, good tips, some strange commentary that makes no sense. After parking it for the day, I noticed my basement smelled rather rank, turns out people don't clean up after their dogs as much as I thought...shoes, tires...nastiness....No more riding for a few days this week...nothing like a fever, a cold and a sore throat to round the weekend off