Saturday, November 28, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
I COULD work hard to get my weight down. Which WOULD mean limiting my daily caloric intake by eating watercrest, celery, skim milk, bran, and Canada's Food Guides recommended daily intake of fruits and vegetables. It WOULD also mean excercising on a regular and consistent basis. Which WOULD most definitely mean giving up The Thom Parsons(Bacon Egg & Cheese on a Boston Cream Donut)Project.
But I mean, do I really want to give up eating what I want to eat? Do I really want to give up lazing on the couch? Do I really want to have to try and fit into my cycling shorts, sit on a stationary bicycle in my basement for nearly three months doing various cycling workouts just so that I can look slightly slimmer, ride slightly faster, and place slightly higher than mediocre in a three person race where I inevitably come in third? Meh. It seems like an awful lot of work for very little pay off.
But this is apparently what I am SUPPOSED to do - is it not? Hasn't the cycling community, the racing community, my stalking fan club of interweb blog reading community, sponsorship community, at looking down their nose community expect this of me? Haven't I come to expect this of myself? I do it every year. And every year I cease to win any world titles, cease to set any records for fastest lap/most laps, cease to win any cups, cease to . . . .
. . . . wait, just realized that I am using the verb 'cease', meaning: come to an end . . . . . I never came to a beginning or ever even started to win or even won for that matter any of the above mentioned cups, races, laps, records or nothing. I couldn't even win a prize at the AntiRace and had to go on Scott's pitty generosity to get any kind of acknowledgement. I suck.
Now the question arises: will I again suck next season? And the answer is: most definitley - like the Leafs . . . lofty aspirations to begin the season, plans of a parade down Younge St. with the Stanley Cup, and at the drop of the puck - period one - game one of the season, the same answer. Suckiness.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Or perhaps this is in Misfit Psycles near future?
Monday, November 23, 2009
Japanese school girl underwear in a vending machine, but live bait in a vending machine.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Big Curve Acres - picked up Curvy Butt along the way
haven't been on a road trip with Curvy Butt all year -t'was old times
five rides since September 1st - bet your ass I was lubing my arse
207 lbs of hulking, lumbering lov'in
I was hoping by the time we arrived on Saturday Blue Mountains would have been bulldozed to the ground. Maybe not a mountain from where you're from . . . but I still had to go up it.
random burr bush attacks on Marc
Vegan Vagabond eats some sort of pressed vegan saw dust treat
the alternative was an expired E-Load gel: exp. September '08 - scrummm-diddly-scrumptious
Misfit still in the woods - frequent shots of Jagermeister kept the germs and worms at bay
the original big fat ring
November, fourteen degrees, sun and single track
two days earlier I sprained my finger. Saturday morning I couldn't close my hand. This was what it looked like after the ride.
After admiring Scott's prize (for getting lost or something) he was generous enough to give it to me. WHO DOESN"T WANT TO ROCK AND ROLL ALL NIGHT?!?! I had a hard time of deciding to either use it as new living room curtains or to put it on the wall over the headboard to our bed. I went with the latter . . . . if the bed is a rock'in, don't come a knock'in.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
I'll be the first to admit that I am responsible for probably a thousand of them - what can I say, I like to look in the mirror. But the other 4000 . . . . ? Even I am not that narcissistic . . . or are I?
Though having a large number of views of my profile, (and unlike Richard Dillen) I still lack a large cult like following. Everyone who is everyone in the blogging world suffering from low self-esteem and eating disorders have a "followers" application to show the world that people actually read the drivel that they put out. And I am no different.
Currently, as of now, today, presently as you read this drivel, I have 23 stalkers wating patiently . . . . everyday, sometimes checking a couple times an hour just to be the first to cling onto every word I type, gazing for hours on end at every photo I load up.
**Late Edit: just hours after posting the above post the number of times that my "Blogger Profile" had been viewed rolled over to 5000. I am woman, hear me roar!
Monday, November 16, 2009
*Late edit - stolen from Petah and MTBR.com
3+ km and 12% grade . WTF! Three months off the bike and face this . . . . weeeeeee hooooooo hoooooooo
More photos here (and if you look REALLY hard you might see me in one).
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Hairy and scary white thighs.
Note: no chamois cream. 'Funny' how I forget stuff I always do when I am away from riding for a while. My arse didn't think it so 'funny' the next day.
Speaking of squeezing . . . . 207 lbs of manly girth managed to fit into my shorts. Thank Gwad for spandex. Yes, that's right 207 lbs. Fugg me. My riding weight for last year was 186lbs. That's a 21 lb difference. Shite! That being said, and if I don't mind tooting my own horn, most of it is muscle - the kind that makes the ladies gaa-gaa (actually it's all hidden under a nice layer of insulation). Three days a week in the weight room, P90x workouts, and defensive tactics workouts are putting the pounds on me. 21 extra pounds to carry up the hills in the Gats and only four previous rides in the past two plus months . . . . well, needless to say I was suffering.
Leaf-less and brown.
Despite the obvious suffering that I knew was going to take place, it was an absolutely amazingly most awesome'ness ride. So nice to be outside for an extended period of time.
I was joined by Curvy Butt, who has seen as much saddle time as I have this Fall. As we rode the flat stretches we occupied ourselves with creating excuses for getting off our bikes on the climbs in order to rest. Searching for red breasted wobbler hatched hooded southern yellow beaked Coo-coos was reason enough to slow the pace on the climbs.
Curvy Butt at the Champlain look-off, looking curvacious as usual.
This ride was just what I needed. Incredible how much a little saddle time changes your perspective on things and how good it makes you feel. It was good to stretch the legs out to help me get ready for next weeks intergalatic event - the Destalk Antirace - if you please.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Got caught up with some yard work. All the leaves are down and lots of bags to be filled. Freak'in leaves . . . must be the third time that I've raked the entire back yard.
Didn't get a ride (toady) in but I did get a chance to work on a bike - my little neighbours bike needed some fine tunning.
The Leafs, as opposed to the ones I was raking all morning, haven't been able to help themselves, so I figured me and The Peanut would have to do our part while watching Hockey Night In Canada. The Peanut with her newest Leaf hoodie.
Go Leafs Go!
Seemed to help as we scored the first goal of the game against Detroit (only the second time this season that we opened the scoring in a game). The Peanut would only catch the first period and would have to wait to find out that we won - only the third win of the season and two in a row. Toronto fans everywhere are preparing for the parade. Maybe in her lifetime she'll see Stanley Cup arrive in Toronto . . . I'm not holding my own breath to experience that though.
What can I say, I am a sucker for punishment.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Being away from home, sometimes for two weeks at a time, has put things into perspective for me. I miss my bikes dearly, but I miss my Peanut and wifey more.
Next season, preparation (training) and racing won't be without it's challenges . . . the obvious and usual challenges: losing weight, not eating so much, fitting into my bib shorts, not overeating after a hard ride/race, cutting back on eating outside of meal times, trying to get out the habit of getting up at 3am to eat, etc. New challenges: juggling time between family, work and riding.
How does that saying go? If you fail to plan, you plan to fail.
With time and commitment restraints I'll be looking to get the most of all my training rides. This upcoming season will be new, it will be different and I look forward to the challenge. All of this means smarter training. Means a plan.
Monday, November 2, 2009
She takes a mean photograph, and most deal with nature and outdoor activities that take place in Gatineau Park. She's also a great source of info during the xc ski season with trail conditions.
If I am lucky, I may get one to two more road rides in this year in the Gats without having to look over my shoulder for traffic - just the odd ride blowing by me.