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Sunday, November 30, 2008

Fave Pic of the Year

This is my favorite picture of the '08 race season. PCIM teammate PB (Chantel Thackeray) is in her 1st year of cross racing. She has been kicking some booty on the road, and decided to try the dirt this year. Anyway, she's stacking it in the 2nd to last corner of yesterday's cross race. She's a burly stud. The absolute BEST part of the picture is the horrified looks of the crowd. PRICELESS! In order to see the Edvard Munch like screams you probably need to see the photo on the bestest site for chick race coverage at TWLL.

She was ok, and hopped right back on and finished. I'm just laughing looking at all the scared faces. And, of course, this is the one race that tons of her family came to watch. Poor things. PB: you get the Nestle Crunch Time Play of the Game IMHO with photo credit to Theresa Carr. Awesome shot!

The 2nd coolest thing that happened yesterday was running into superstar master cx'er and Commuter Column author Lou Melini, as he was riding home with spare wheels tied to his messenger bag. He gets the runner up player of the game award for that one. I gave him props for his resourcefulness and dexterity and he told me he got inspired to be his own team car after the interview he did with me in the August Cycling Utah.

That just totally made my day! I too had ridden out there--but sans wheels--per coach's orders. In the wise words of Coach "Don't have anything in the pit....why prolong the agony that is cross. If you mechanical, call it good...thank God that it's over and go drink a beer."

Saturday, November 29, 2008

The hubs is a genius

The hubs--rainman/puzzle genius that he is--was able to solve this puzzle that was driving us all crazy on Thanksgiving. Someone pleas send this to Wendy so she knows. Anyway, it involved 9 squares with patterns on the edges that needed to be matched up. With the pieces being squares--you couldn't establish a border. Anyway, it seemed like it would be cinchy (love throwing that word in there when I can) but it was really hard. Several people worked on it for quite a while and finally gave it up. Caterina, owner of the puzzle, gave it to Steve to "puzzle" over at home. Friday morning, the hubs did not get up from the kitchen table until it was solved. Impressive.

And today, on day 3 of of post-hiatus riding, I headed out to the cyclocross race at Wheeler Farm. It was pretty chilly, but since I'm not screwing around anymore, I rode out there. The race was painful--the body had definitely forgotten about intensity--and how to handle a bike. Oh I guess that wasn't forgotten, I never really knew how. Anyway, Kris W just went from the gun and was pretty much gone. She has good legs right now and I'm thinking she will win Master's cross nationals! That left the rest of us. I have to give major props to the girls that have been coming out week after week to race--they are ALL getting a lot faster! It is really cool. Anyway, a group of us, including newly crowned state champion PB (aka teammate Chantel) were chasing. I hit the deck on a sort of technical uphill and my chain augured in between cogs and spokes. Beater. Awesome. I messed around with it for a while and gradually got it working again. Sly and his gf were perfectly positioned with great tunes. They yelled at me to stop crashing but I said I couldn't. I chased and caught a few people and ended up 4th behind Erika and Chantel with Kris being way off the front for 1st. I definitely felt Taylor, Jennie and Rachel breathing down my neck though! Not sure what happened in the B's--but the C women definitely had a good sized pack of studettes too!

Teammate Superfit had finished off a 4 hour road ride to watch the end of the race. I rode her back to her house and then realized I was far from home. Like 2 hours instead of 45 minutes. But it was great to get in a bunch of riding today with intensity mixed in. I counted 5 hours of shammy time (which we all know is training time) but it was really probably only about 4 hours of riding time. As slow as I was going it would've been 3 hours in normal person riding. Anyway, my lungs are still harshed out (coughing and spewing like crazy--lovely I know) and I was clutching for my recently prescribed inhaler when I got home. And that pretty much disintegrated the yoga plans.

After an asskicking like that, there's really only one thing you can do...and that's to watch some east coast mobster asskicking on the Sopranos. God I love that show. Minus the mafia parts, half of the time I'm reminded of my childhood. "Did you have lunch? I've got eggplant. " "Yeah, I already ate." "Here have some eggplant." Its good stuff.

So when the DBs called for a spontaneous invite to Lugano...I was more than in the mood to mang' a little pan' and past'. Buonissimo!

Yoga is on the agenda for tomorrow for sure. The hubs is intimating toward mountain biking--but I was not liking the looks of the brown funk nastiness that is starting to pervade the valley again. So unless Glenwild is dry, it may be downward dog only. Sigh, the weekend goes by too darn fast.

Friday, November 28, 2008

Party's over...

The overeating, laziness, waywardness and self-doubt that tends to creep into the off-season is hereby declared banished until next November. I figured I'd wait until after Thanksgiving to really, FIRMLY have both feet on the absolute bottom...Gotta have a good surface to push on to work your way back up. Most people take October off and get the training going in November. I figure because I was sort of racing cross through October, November would be my off month. That and the fact that I had the SARS virus or some close relative for most of the month. It has been a true break...I've strayed...but now I truly know what I want. And I'm willing to pay the price to be in that committed relationship that is the 2009 racing season! That's not to say I won't be enjoying the pow and other activities. Its just that now is the time to get a little more serious.

In my final hurrah, the hubs and I had Thanksgiving dinner with our great friends, the Woodies, the DB's and Harris, Fraser and Neah (one of the coolest 11 year olds I think I've ever met).

If you actually read this pile of nonsense, you will know that I've sworn off exercising outdoors here in the 801 when the air quality is comlete crap. My lungs are still a bit testy--so those atmospheric enemies have an easy target with me. However, on Wednesday night we got some rain so the gnarl layer (aka the inversion) was temporarily blown out in the valley. The hubs and I had a nice ride out to the airport. The airport and other flat rides here in the valley are seasonal rides. I don't ever really ride north or west except when its freezing. Its boring, there are a million lights and some near fatal train tracks. I'm terrified of those train tracks. Every time my bones rattle over those steel gullies of death I vow to never again ride that route unless I'm on my cyclocross bike. Like so many self-promises...I always forget until its too late.

Anyway, it was great to get into that winter time training mode again. Lots of layers (like the kid from Christmas Story), cold air, and no real climbing. Its nice to mix it up. The hubs must've been enjoying some post White Rim in a Day fitness because I had to do some serious wheel sucking to not get stranded out there in no-man's land. But that's the other great thing about those flat, cold windy rides. They are great to do with people who are a lot fitter than you because you can just draft till the cow's come home and your hardman constant puller can just ride out front outputting orders of magnitude more watts than you--and it doesn't matter. Because you're still both riding the same speed. Viva le slipstream.

Anyway, after our big ride (less than 2 hours), we played some pre-dinner touch football. It was so fun but I think I almost through my back out and I was sweating like I was in a sauna and not because I was running more than anyone else. My mind has dim memories of being able to sprint on a grassy field with the dexterity to deal with people and a ball---my body however has completely blocked these memories. To my body--all those years of soccer, basketball and squash are like Clinton's term in the oval office--everyone knows it happened--there's just no evidence of those accomplishments after the Bush presidency's eradication of the same. Oh well, I've got Hope now...and I'm sure there will be Change :)

We had a FANTASTIC dinner at the woodies. They cheffed up an off-the-hook dining extravaganza with some excellent contributions by the DBs and the dessert team of Harris and Neah. Much merriment and vino was had by all. The only bad idea of the night was my decision to go in the hot tub after all that food and alcohol. But laying on the deck for a while and drinking some water brought me back.

The hubs and I had a marathon zzzzz session to work off the vino, limoncello and awesome cuisine...We got up and then did another road ride towards Saltair. Right now its all about base miles and working on core strength. I'm off to do a core class right now...then some sleepy time and then a cyclocross race tomorrow. If I can remember where my cyclocross bike looks like (much less where its location might be). Details. The race will likely kick my ass--but this is just beginning of laying the groundwork for 2009, so now its all about the doing---not about the placing. That's a relief. Plan is to ride out to the race, race and then ride home...then yoga. Ha I've committed in writing so I at least have that pressure on myself. Talking about which, time to hit up Core Class. I'm on the road with a suitcase that says "fitness or bust." And they do say the journey is the destination--so, its important to revel in the mere fact of having the goal. :)

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Breathing through a straw

My lungs are feeling super worked over. I've had a few nights where I've woken up short of breath. I keep thinking about the 80s commercial where the old lady is trying to blow out the match that she's holding at arm's length and that's exactly how I feel. I don't know if I'm just more sensitive from being sick so that the totally horrible air is working me over more than it would normally. Whatever, I'm armed with a new inhaler so I'm going to blow that match out.

Feeling very low energy. Did a low energy yoga class tonight that was awesome. We never hit plank even once. Sometimes its just nice to move without stress. Ambulation without taxation.

One more day of working THANK GOD and then a loooong weekend. The hubs and I are hanging out here for dinner with the Woodies but then we are contemplating busting down to St. George. I'm bringing a salad b/c that is a dish I can make the shit out of. Anyway, we haven't ridden or camped down there yet and its been on the list. With the SLC weather in that in between of no good snow and temperatures and air quality suck---it might be good to get out of here. But it could be good to chill too. There IS a cyclocross race this weekend that could be fun. But I might need oxygen if I try to push myself like that.

The secretary at work hooked me up with the first few seasons of Sopranos. Not sure why she thought I'd enjoy a show like that. It will dovetail nicely with the recently viewed Serpico. Gotta love those dagos. Our old roommate Randy used to be all about getting Sopranos through Netflix (and Sex and the City)---it was awesome. But that was years ago so I feel like I need to totally refresh. So I'm starting with season one. I'm looking to infuse a little ass kicking attitude into my daily life--so I'm turning to Sopranos for inspiration. That and it reminds me of my childhood.

OH- and to those out of state readers who give me a hard time in living in the uber conservative, totally red, whack job state of UTAH--let me fire back with the fact that our GUV was approached by the Obama campaign for potential employment. Who knows what that means. But it goes to show we have a pretty cool executive in our crazy state. He's all about ripping the 1x and he spoke at the IMBA summit this year. So yeah, this may be the state that launched the third reich-style support of Proposition 8--but we've got some normalness too!

Monday, November 24, 2008

LDS wedding and trail running

I spent 2 days in Midway last week at a conference. It was pretty sweet. Midway/Heber land pretty much rules. The air is cleaner---its got a mellower feel, and they seem to have tons of bike lanes. If the prospect of living in that secret Valhalla didn't involve commuting, we'd probably actually consider it. The hubs works with some folks that do that commute. But that universe is definitely not for me. Time spent driving to work equates to minutes carved out of your well-being. Road tripping is one thing--daily back and forth hampster wheel is another.

Awesome Amanda was also at the conference. We skipped out a tad early on Thursday and went for a great trail run. Ouch. It ended up being about an hour run, 90% of which was on a little trail by the place we were staying. Amanda kicked my ass--and it was great. Running on pavement sucks. On the way back, I just started melting down on the half mile stretch of pavement. I really hate running on asphalt. My knees hate it, my mind hates it, my soul hates it. It simply does not agree with this kid.

I was SOOOOOORE after that. I can count the number of times I've gone running this year on one hand, and 2 of those times were in the past few days and they were other people's faults.

On Friday night, bestest friend and former teammate Erin flew in from Santa Cruz. It was SO great to see her. She actually had a friend from high school that was getting married here in the 801. She came out solo and I got to be her date. It was pretty cool b/c its the first LDS wedding I've ever attended. Well, we didn't get to go the wedding b/c you have to be a Mormon in good standing to even get into HQ/Disneyland/the Temple...But there was a really nice ring ceremony we got to see and then a dinner. I told Erin that her showing up at a mormon wedding with another chick was definitely going to call into question our sexuality. Erin made a big point to tell people that she was staying with me and the hubs...but my tack was a bit more ambiguous. I don't know--it just kind of seemed called for--especially since we were informed of the definition of marriage during the ring ceremony...in case there was any confusion. Like I needed that. What is wrong with people???

Before we went to the wedding, Erin and I went to yoga and then we went for a trail run in Mill Creek Canyon. Erin kicked my ass with her sea level lungs. It was so cool. She just took off. I was pretty much crippled on Sunday morning. But was able to make it to yummiest ever brunch at Trio and then a shorty hike to the living room along with half of Salt Lake.

Erin took off on Sunday night to fly back to Santa Cruz. sniff. Its so cool to have great friends that live in super fun places to visit--but its sometimes a bummer they don't live closer so you can hang out more. I am plotting to figure out how to get her to move here.

Then the hubs and I watched Serpico. Is there anything better than Al Pacino? Yeah, that's a definite recommend...about a NYC cop that can't deal with all the corruption on the police force. I don't think I heard an "r" actually pronounced through the whole movie.

Had a FRIGID ride into work. The days are short and the energy is low these days. Ah what can you do...Our air quality totally SUCKS right now. Our weather needs to shit or get off the pot. i.e. We need major snow dumpage or the air needs to clear up and it needs to be sunny. I'm stoked for the long weekend, but the poopy weather is giving me the itch to head south for some prescription single track. We'll see how the patterns shake out...

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

White Rim

Here are some photos of the our trip to the White Rim.











The Brothers Lawrence about to set off on their big adventure. I took the picture from my sleeping bag in the back of our subaru (where we sleep). Then I went back to sleep.










Awesome photo of the hubs. I was definitely sleeping during this part of the ride.













Cucina di Tiff

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Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Feeling better...

I'm FINALLY starting to feel better. The SARS/Ebola struck fast and hard and then lingered. I was a total piece of pooh for 2 weeks. I did my first ride on Saturday on part of the White Rim. Now I'm back to bike commuting. I'm still a hack-o-saurus---but I feel like my lungs are trying to clear themselves out. I think an awesome weekend in the desert was good medicine.

I've been holding off on posting because I want to get some photos of the hubs and his bro's completion of WRIAD (White Rim in a Day). But its taking too long---so here's the run-down.

The hubs and I drove down to Moab on Friday. We met Dave (bro di hubs) at Shitty Market in town. We obtained provisions and then headed out to the north entrance of Canyonlands National Park. Steve was originally going to do White Rim with a buddy that has a truck, the thought being I could drive support. Dave actually drove his wife's truck down, but it had some problems so we were stuck with the subie. It was ok, Dave is a planner extraordinaire and he had it all figured out. The plan was to camp just outside the park, because its hard to get permits to camp on the white rim itself (the white rim is about a 100 mile stretch of dirt road in Canyonlands National Park--you need a serious 4 wheel drive and some balls to drive it). Anyway, we were in luck because a lot of campsites were empty--so we were able to get a permit to camp overnight on the White Rim. Lucky for us, it was the Labyrinth campsite which isn't too far along the road, so the subie was able to make it there.

We didn't get to camp till dark, but it was insanely gorgeous on the drive-in. Oh my crazy switch backs on the Mineral Bottom road! yikes! I cheffed up a little dinner and the brothers Lawrence proceeded to sort themselves out for their big day.

The moon was off the hook. When the boys left camp at Oh-Five-thirty the next morning, they barely needed their lights. It was so cool. I went back to bed while they pedalled. Woke up and saw what a ridiculously amazing campsite we had. We were right on the Green River. I hung out at camp and finished 2 books (Solace of Leaving Early and God Bless you Doctor Kervorkian). It was so awesome to lounge around in such a beautiful, quiet, peaceful environment. I got on my bike at about 12:30 (when the boys had been riding for 7 hours!) and started pedalling in the reverse direction. First ride in 2 weeks. It felt weird. The weirdness may also have been caused by the heavy pack I was carrying. I definitely don't plan on doing that ever again. It was great to be back on my bike. I'm definitely out of shape, and I was expelling gnarliness from my nose every 10 minutes (its biodegradable!)...But it was really wonderful to be pedalling on dirt. As for fauna, a lone big-horn sheep bounded across the trail and up a cliff right in front of me. Cool.

I rode about 16 miles to our meeting spot at the Candlestick Campsite and lay down on a rock for a while.

After some time had passed, I started pedalling because I was getting nervous--starting to come up with things that might've happened. It was all for naught because within a few more miles, I ran into Steve and Dave and they were doing AWESOME! They had dropped food and water the day before at mile 30 (top of Shaeffer) and they were pretty fueled and hydrated. Good think I ruined my back for them :)) They took some gatorade and we hung out at the entrance to a slot canyon for a little while.

We started riding back to our campsite. I was super impressed with Dave. I was actually drafting off of him! I thought I was going to be slowing them down after I had ridden 18 or so miles to their 90 miles!!! That was a proud moment. There was some sand and a climb up hardscrabble hill...but we made it back to camp. We ended up riding in the dark for about 15 minutes which wasn't really bad at all. The bummer for Steve and Dave was that they hadn't yet seen our campsite in daylight yet.

We were hanging out having dinner when 2 people rolled into our campsite (its pitch dark at this point). The guy asked if he and his girlfriend could get a ride back to their car because her knee was hurting. Dave, super champion that he is agreed. That meant we had to unpack everything from our car (which we were sleeping in the back of) and load their bikes.
I'll admit I was annoyed. Dave had just ridden 102 miles. You want to help people when they legitimately get in trouble. But this girl had started the ride with her knee hurting and then kept going. I'm not saying I haven't done stupid shit like that---but don't put complete strangers out b/c you're an idiot. The other thing was that they were actually in a group!!! So their buddies could've driven back to pick them up because they were so far behind! ok, put it in a balloon and let it go. I was not impressed. And Dave was gone for about an hour helping these folks. What goes around comes around and it all comes back to you I suppose. So Dave definitely put a healthy deposit in the bank of Karma.

The next morning, Dave and Steve finally got to see what camp looked like. And they also had the opportunity to be perplexed about where the road/river went. I guess there's a reason they call it the Labyrinth. We had coffee at our 5 star campsite and then the boys packed up camp while I started riding the opposite direction of where I had ridden the day before. It was awesome. And I got to ride up the crazy switchbacks on the Mineral Bottom Road. Steve and Dave caught up to me in the car and got out to take pictures. Dave did the Tour--run next to me while I'm dying on the climb. Unlike the Tour, he could run faster than I was riding though.

We drove back to the spot where the truck was resting. The brothers got to have yet another man moment together by popping the hood and trying to figure out what was wrong with the truck. I helped by driving 10 miles to the Visitor's Center to ask for a crescent wrench. Some people are just givers, what can I say? :)
The eventually McGyver'ed a repair (seriously, there was duct tape involved) and Dave was able to limp home to Boulder.

The hubs and I also headed home, with the requisite stop at Ray's for a burger. Even though I didn't ride for 12 hours, I definitely had some sympathy metabolism going. Gotta support your loved ones.

It was a fantastic weekend--and I'm so impressed by the boys. Bros Lawrence=studs. I will hopefully get some pics up soon.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Happy Veteran's Day

I *heart* government holidays. I got a much needed 12 hours of z's. Like I'm back in college or something..I'm still duking it out in the trenches against the debilitating lung funk I've had for over a week now. Its totally sapped my energy and my general joie de vivre. That's ok, I'll bounce back at some point. In the meantime its given me some time to put out fires in other parts of life. And for once I actually have clean clothes and not a totally squalid house. I also found out I don't have to travel for work this week which is muy bueno--as I can focus on the Tiff healing and dealing with life phase I'm in right now.

In better news, I had a lot of fun doing this interview on TWLL.
And the hubs is contemplating doing White Rim in a Day this weekend. I was going to drive support, but the vehicle and its owner are still in Antarctica so that's no longer an option. Oh plus the hubs doesn't think I can handle driving the white rim. He's probably right. I'd probably barely be able to mtb it. I've heard the phrase "not being able to see the ground over the hood of the car." I'll admit, that makes the bowels loosen a bit. Its a bummer because the hubs has to put up with the craziness of my racing...So I was hoping to do an insufficient payback by trying to support him in one of his crazy ideas. Maybe I'll just have the wine poured and the apps ready back at camp.

These days the hubs is really adventuring for 2. He skied on Sunday up at Alta. The lifts aren't open yet, but he, Richie and Jaime hiked up and skied down. I was sort of jealous but then the hubs said it was super hard on the way down. Then I was thankful. Sounds like a lot of desperados have been up there--jonesing for winter. And plus I still got to hang with Richie who came over for dinner and some smack talk. I'm definitely looking forward to ski touring this winter and seeing my winter friends. You know there's people you just see more, depending on the season. So ski touring means I'll probably get some more hang time with the Jowagawas, Brian O and the Woodies! Pray for instability in the atmo!

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Still the kid from Goonies

Five days in a row of zero activity. And I'm not even bummed about it. I have been knocked FLAT by this mutant strain of evilness I contracted in Boulder. I tried to do a TINY hike in Mill Creek with the hubs yesterday. I was like a cross between Chunk and inhaler puffing Mikey from Goonies. It was pathetic. It was totally beautiful and Mill Creek and very snowy. It was good to actually be outside--but I needed a nap after less than an hour walk at slower than Italian pace.
Later that night, the hubs and I watched The Namesake. It was good, of course the book was way better (written by Jhumpa Lahiri). Speaking of books, recently finished Women of the Shadows (Ann Cornelisen), Loop Group (Larry McMurtry) and Swimming to Antartica (Lynne Cox). Swimming to Antarctica was the best--about a woman who is into crazy open water swimming. My mom, who loves to crazy open water swim gave it to me. The stuff she's accomplished is really amazing. I always wonder about autobiographical books though. Not the factual accounting--but the characterization of things. I guess when you read autobiographical stuff that talks about how others perceive the author--I sort of wonder about that.

Currently reading: The Solace of Leaving Early (Haven Kimmel) and A Handful of Dust (Evelyn Waugh). I worked at a bookstore after college and I remember shelving Evelyn Waugh books and always being intrigued. Then, Evelyn Waugh was recently mentioned (very indirectly) on the Colbert Report (thanks D&D!). Colbert was interviewing a former editor of some magazine who has just started a website called the Daily Beast (its supposed to be all the news you need to know to sound sophisticated at cocktail parties or something). Anyway, the name comes from an Evelyn Waugh book, so I threw that on the monster stack I checked out at the library. My excitement over my many new scores was only slightly dampened by the $30 I owe in overdue fines. Some things never change. I can still justify it because $30 isn't close to what I'd spend if I bought all the books I read. Plus, I'm not one of those people who feels the need to maintain expansive bookshelves of everything I've ever read. You keep those few books that really rocked you--and maybe a few others...Everything else is easy come, easy go.

The hubs went skiing today. I'm not even jealous. In theory I would like to be active, but its not like when you're injured and every part of you wants to be out there playing...but you're held back by the injury. Being active right now just isn't even possible in my current state. I did walk up to the grocery store to buy a tape measure so I can start planning next year's garden. And that nearly did me in. I'm going to pay my overdue fine on-line and then take a nap in between coughing.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Obama laps the field and wins all the primes

Holy crap...that was some good stuff. Seriously, it wasn't enough to just win by a lot (that was lapping the field), but to win all the battleground states too (that was winning all the primes). I can just hear it "Florida prime on the next lap!" That is so cool. An African American first family. Awesome. Even those of you who aren't getting the tax cut you hoped for will hopefully be psyched for the direction our country is going.
And, you gotta give McCain credit for a great concession speech. Prior to the election really heating up, I actually thought McCain was a reasonable person. While I didn't agree with a lot of his policies, I still had respect. The Palin choice and then his silence when the campaign went totally smear were despicable. But his speech showed that "old McCain". Gracious and motivating. I feel like those were some of his most sincere words in several months. While Obama thanked Biden FIRST in his speech, Palin was the last person thanked in McCain's speech. I'm sorry but could you detect the power hunger in her eyes. She was looking out at the crowd saying "you're all mine-- see you in 2012!" As for other sincere McCain moments, I watched a little of McCain on SNL. I have to say he looked more psyched to be next to Tina Fey than he ever was around Palin. I think he actually laughed when she said "I'm going rogue for a second here" and then flashed a Palin 2012 t-shirt and then whispered "but don't start wearing them till after Tuesday."

Good stuff. Time to motivate. No more fever but I still feel like complete crap. I think my voice is more Stevie Nicks today than Pit of Despair Troll. A toss up really. I've definitely got a smoker's cough though.

And, its dumping snow! woo hoo!!!

A lot of good things for one day.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

The pit of despair

I feel like I talk like the troll-y thing that worked for Humperdink in the pit of despaaaaaair. Still feeling totally dukers. Went to the doctor and I'm armed with a plethora of prescrips...cough syrup to knock me out, and inhaler to open my airway, antibiotics in case I get worse. And yeah, well enough about that.
The other thing got me feelin a little woozy is the current status of the polls.
The only time I left the house was to vote, and that nearly killed me. Dear god. The latest has Obama with 76 electoral votes to go before a win. Obama is definitely off the front, but the race isn't half over yet. No early celebrating--you don't post up till both wheels have crossed the line...first (right coach?). Its all those middle states that have got me freaked. Those states are the wheels McCain will jump on to bridge up to Obama! Let's just hope that out of sight is out of mind. Obama is about to cross the 2 buck mark with McCain not even in the triple digits yet. Still, Obama's got to keep his head down, tongue to stem, no early celebrating.

I do have to say that this is probably the first time I've cared so much about an election with an eye toward the possibility of being truly proud of my country! There is definitely a lot at stake here.

While the hubs and I were travelling back from Boulder, we listened to some conservative radio. Joe the Plumber was interviewed about the questions he asked Obama. I didn't see the full interaction between Obama and Joe the Plumber...but I guess my question for Mr. Plumber would be: 1. Didn't Obama answer your question about how you would be taxed if your business was earning over $250k? From what I saw, he answered the question. Secondly, Mr. Plumber? You don't make anywhere near $250k, nor are you likely to, isn't that right? I have to hand it to the McCain campaign--getting people to think the important issues are the ones that won't effect them at all. If you're voting for McCain because you're in that small wealth percentage, well, you have your reasons, I might disagree, but they are valid reasons. If you're voting for McCain because you think Obama is an Arab, terrorist or socialist--then please look into those reasons and see that even McCain has not said any of those things because they aren't true. That really bums me out that people can be so manipulated...a subject for another day. In the meantime I'll be wearing out the refresh button on the election site and trying to keep my mind off the torture my body is going through right now.

Monday, November 3, 2008

QUARANTINE

I'm removing my oxygen tube to write this. Ok not really...but I'm pretty bad. The worn out-ness turned into sniffles and sore throat and by Sunday morning, the decision was made for me. No race because I could feel the SARS onset. It sucked being sick but it was a relief to not race. We met Teton, Beth, Sammy T and Renne for bagels at Moe's and then went on a nice little hike up Green Mountain. I've got a few pics to post. My excellent bro joined for the hike along with the hubs, dave, diane, whitaker (their dog), drewster and of course erin.
I started to feel worser and worser on the trail...but was so jazzed to be hanging with such fabulous peeps in such beautiful environs.
Went back to D&Ds for yummy lunch (not that I could really taste it) and then the hubs and I drove home. During the drive I started to feel even worse with the awesome sweat/chills dichotomy enveloping my body. But we eventually made it home.

I'm FULL ON in the off season now. It is official. I will probably still do some cross racing--or showing up to come cross races I should more accurately say--but I'm spending more time on the yoga mat and the trail than I am on two wheels. Conveniently, I seemed to have lost my heart rate monitor and my bike computer fell off my road bike right before Vegas. One could say I've been ignoring the signs.

So its a bummer to be sick, but I'm jazzed to be in the off season now. A lot of people seem to be sick so pound the raw garlic and echinacea!

Saturday, November 1, 2008

I got the information but I failed the pop quiz

Finally in the PRB (people's republic of boulderland)...SO GREAT to be here. The hubs collected me in Evanston on Wed night and we busted to flatirons land post haste. We've been kicking it at the Wonky Raccoon (our bro/sis-in-law's house). Also in guest attendance is Erin, former teammate and one of my best buds of all time. It has been a real trip down memory lane. Doing bike rides, yoga and just cruising around town. It has been chicken soup for this displaced east coast dweller's soul. The weather if f-word GORGEOUS and its been full on connecting with the inner circle: erin, mo, dave, diane, the sleaze, missy, chad, mojo and OF COURSE my awesome bro GLENN!
I've been feelin' a little under the weather lately---might be from being in close quarters with sick unhealthy people for the past 2 weeks, whatever...so I wussed out on Halloween night. Mo and Erin went as Disco divas (mo was a disco devil)...and tore some shit up. The hubs and I watched some Tivo'ed Daily Show. OMG total fan. Colbert Report? How have I lived this long without it? Obama interview with John Stewart?! Yeah! We heard some serious yelling and a megaphone...went outside in the PJs to see naked people with pumpkins on their heads running around. I don't know if its USATF sanctioned, but it was a pretty hard core event.

Today was day one of the Boulder Cup UCI cross race. Yeah. I've been feeling super unmotivated to race. But I'd been planning to do this one for a long time...Got to do a micro section of the course with Margell, she gave me the beta on how to ride the gnarly sand...but it wasn't enought. I needed flashcards, a full day review and some audio outlines for that shit. The race started out ok...Started totally at the back of course...I started picking people off...And then at about the 20 minute mark I dropped an anchor. And was totally flailing in the 100000000 yard sand section. It was not a high moment for me--but it was fun and it was super great seeing everyone out there. Tiff is a hung jury right now with half saying stop racing and chill---and half saying but its fun, keep doing it! Things are looking to slide toward the former. Its not like you're performing surgery when you race--but it can be mentally, emotionally and physically draining (rewarding too!)...Anyway, I'm pretty much over it. But that said, I'm undecided about racing tomorrow. I'm going to see if I can find the answer at the bottom of my 3rd glass of wine. Salute!

The Yogurt on My Pretzels

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