I made it out to the morning training ride today -- barely. By the time I tracked down the necessary items of clothing I was running a good five minutes late and ended up having to chase the group for a mile or so before I caught them. Luckily, they were still in warmup mode. Since I had missed riding Monday and Tuesday, I hadn't gotten my stuff back in order following last Sunday's wet ride. Some stuff was still in the dryer, some was in my bag, some was in the bedroom. You know the drill. Summer is so much simpler! Anyway, I felt rather lousy. Maybe it was because I knew it would be the only day this week I'd be on the bike. We're heading up to Iowa City early tomorrow and won't be back until Sunday. Even though we'll be taking the car, the forecast for Friday and Saturday calls for a high of 33F with "wintery mix" and "freezing drizzle" on Friday and 60% chance of snow on Saturday. Somehow it just doesn't seem worth taking the bike this time.
Just in case you missed the article on that gem of a gentleman and narcissistic leader of the legions of WADA, you might want to check out the article in the New York Times. If not, you can just get the reader's digest version from Velogal, who writes, "I am telling you that Dick Pound is a classic study in Narcissistic Personality Disorder, and if I were still a Teaching Assistant, I would use him as a test case. His sense of entitlement, his arrogance, his ruthless power-grabbing, and his retaliation, vengeance and anger are classic. And how impressed he is with his own brilliance and rigid rightness. Dick Pound is never wrong... he wouldn’t even consider that possibility." Got that right.
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