Last Friday (while in Boulder) I took a trip to Treads to pick up my new bikes. Bill spent a bunch of time dialing me into my new Cannondale road bike. Turns out Bill is married to Sunne, a former superstar track rider and collegiate national champion(CU-Boulder of course). While I was racing for University of Colorado, we had the bestest coaches including:, Alex G (now owner of Missoula Bicycle Works); wedding crasher Lee H; Pro bike fitter and sick musician Annie S. and E.B. I raced for CU from 1996-1998, and while I was there, I heard so many stories about the superstuds that had paved the way for us--ESPECIALLY the women. Sunne was one of those people. Bill was super cool, and making that kind of connection was even kewler. I also picked up my new TT bike--a Cannondale Slice. The machine looks FAST (and funny). No excuses anymore.
On Saturday I did a ride with my new team- DFT p/b Treads. It was an awesome ride, great peeps, and (surprisingly) GOOD weather! We did about 4 hours (longest ride in 2009 so far--who's ready for Redlands?). I had a blast getting to know some of the girls. Some of them I've raced against--so its great to be on the same side now! After the ride, we did team photos and had our first meeting. I'm so stoked on how organized and professional it is. Marisa and SP called in from the south (they were the only ones not in physical attendance)... SP upgraded from 4 to 2 last year and Marisa is a seasoned pro rider.
Out team has a cat 4 contingent so we got to know some of those girls too. One of the cat 4's, Susan, did the ride with us and I'm sure she will be following the SP route to success.
After the team stuff, I headed back to the Casa de Sleaze where the Drewster picked me up so we could participate in the padheating party thrown by Glennbro (aka the hostess with the mostest). While the Drewster and I had a good 10 years on most of the attendees, we had a great time. My bro cheffed up some serious vittles--he is definitely the figlio of mia madre. Props to the veggie chili.
Woke up the next morning to snow. Of course. After good brekkie at Le Peep with SIL Frita, BIL Dave and their friends, Sharon and Reto, I made my way to 24 hour fatness in Boulder. Holy not able to swing a foamroller without hitting a ridankulous fit beautiful person. I found the spin room and got on a bike. However, unlike SLC I was soon joined by a bunch of other people. It was like being in a spin class where everyone is doing their own workout to their own music. And, in true Boulder styles, I ran into someone I knew---friggin mo to the jiggedy jo. Good stuff. It's a good thing shooting the shit at the gym counts towards total workout time. Everybody knows that.
By the time I stocked up at Whole Foods and packed up 3 bikes and all my crap...I was hitting the road to Moab (where I had to be for work Monday morning) at 6 pm in a snowstorm. Good one. I was driving the hubsmobile which has more room than my car--but has many quirks--e.g. the locks and the lights don't work too well--something about features that begin with "L". So with tight buttcheeks I crawled across I-70 and prayed my way down Vail pass. I banged a louie at Cisco (what is the deal with that place) just in time for an apocalyptic hail storm at the crack of midnight. I limped into my hotel around 1:30 am. Oh, and for all Coloradoans reading this, Moab is in UTAH not Colorado. It may not be like the rest of Utah, and there may be just as many CO plate bearing subies as there are in Boulder--but it is still in the reddest state in the union. Sorry. You can't have it. We need it.
So I've been in Moab all week. Working not playing. But I have managed to sneak in a few short runs and rides. I love it here.
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