Thursday, December 15, 2011

To be or not to be, that is the question.

What do you do about those days you just don't want to do it? I took a day off work today, for the sole purpose to ride myself into that pleasurable exhaustive endorphinated state of tranquility. Waking up early I found I had more of a desire to sit around and eat a whole package of cinnamon rolls, the kind with the thick white frosting on top, and drink a pot of coffee then to push myself for 6 hours on a muddy hilly gravel metric century. I usually don't feel this way and I knew if I opted for the rolls and coffee and not the planned ride I would not be able to stand myself at the end of the day.

So after procrastinating long enough that I had to pack lighting to finish in the dark I rolled my FatBack out the front door and down the front steps. The front tire didn’t have the bounce it should have for the 20 psi I put into the tires last night, and I found it soft and checked it with my digital gauge and confirmed it had a leak with only 10 psi remaining. I couldn’t find where the leak was even with submersing the tube in water, so I replaced with a new tube then to try to deal with a flat tire somewhere in the dark and tired.

Now that package of cinnamon rolls and pot of coffee was even sounding better the later it was getting . So back out the front door and down porch steps and onto the street, on the bike and riding out of town. Well no sense wasting any more time with this, time to get it on. Up a series of challenging hills, on grass, dirt, rocks, and gravel, the same hills the Triple D race starts out with and should be covered with snow by now, and packed down with continuous snow mobile traffic.

To funny after climbing those hills and now back on pavement to drop back down into the country to ride on trial and gravel one of my son’s friends, who I have known since my son and him were grade school buddies saw me riding by from his apartment window and snapped this picture below and had it posted on FaceBook when I got home.

Too funny guys.
I finished my planned ride, and got home just before total  darkness. The cross winds at times was so strong I had to lean the bike into it to keep from getting blown over. My only fear was a tree crashing on me.

The evening feels better now, I did my job.

A big shout out for those taking on Tuscobia this weekend a 150/75/ and 31 mile Bike/Run/Ski Race.

Check out their links these are really neat unique people and amazing endurance freakazoids. In fact when I got home tonight I missed a Facebook note from Lance and a invite to go riding today. Now he wanted to ride this morning and then car ride 5 hours to Tuscobia, to get up and ride a 150 mile race tomorrow morning at 6:00 a.m. Geeeesh!!!!

OK, I rambled on long enough, only one more day of work and then the weekend, hmmm, what to do? what to do?



Craig said...

Thanks, Dave! Got my front tire studded for the ice that I'll inevitably be facing Saturday. A Surly Nate sporting half inch sheet metal screws has the Pugs looking ready to take on Thunderdome.

mrbill said...

Well Dave our day started out the same but you made yourself ride and I stayed on the couch, I'm ashamed, you are the man.

dawn marie giegerich said...

Can I have a cinnamon roll?

Clive Chapman said...

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune...

The continuation of the Shakespearean quote could have been made for Urban pedallers...

Harry Legge's Cycling Blog said...

You're a better man than me, I'd have downed the entire plate of cinnamon rolls, and claimed that was my workout for the day.