Well, summer has set in firmly around here. Often enough I return from a training ride and can't think of anything to say about it except that it was hot. They all seem to melt together this time of year. Tuesday's long levee ride was no different. As I've been trying to ramp up my level of intensity, training-wise, I have been confronted with the undeniable fact that my racing fitness 
level is still rather lacking. I'm sure it's understandable and all, but at this point I keep finding my head writing checks that my legs can't cash. Tuesday's ride had a good group, and when I saw Tim join in I knew it would turn into a good workout for anyone who wanted it. I think the group split on the way out, although like I said, these rides are all kind of melting together in my head lately. What I do remember is the ride back from the turnaround. Tim didn't let the group dilly-dally around very long before rolling through the middle and sailing off down the road. Charlie and I followed, and before long it started to feel like we were in a 3-man time trial. Although I never looked back, the rest of the group started chasing pretty quickly. At one point I distinctly remember thinking, with some 
sense of relief, that Tim and maybe Charlie were bound to turn off to head home somewhere out around Kenner and that I could then get a little recovery time before the pack caught me. Well, as it turned out that recovery time came a little sooner because Charlie flatted! Anyway, it felt like a good workout, at least for me.
level is still rather lacking. I'm sure it's understandable and all, but at this point I keep finding my head writing checks that my legs can't cash. Tuesday's ride had a good group, and when I saw Tim join in I knew it would turn into a good workout for anyone who wanted it. I think the group split on the way out, although like I said, these rides are all kind of melting together in my head lately. What I do remember is the ride back from the turnaround. Tim didn't let the group dilly-dally around very long before rolling through the middle and sailing off down the road. Charlie and I followed, and before long it started to feel like we were in a 3-man time trial. Although I never looked back, the rest of the group started chasing pretty quickly. At one point I distinctly remember thinking, with some 
sense of relief, that Tim and maybe Charlie were bound to turn off to head home somewhere out around Kenner and that I could then get a little recovery time before the pack caught me. Well, as it turned out that recovery time came a little sooner because Charlie flatted! Anyway, it felt like a good workout, at least for me.Today, though, I had issues. A 9:00 am meeting meant that doing the usual group ride would be really pushing my luck, so instead I headed out just after 6 am for a quick 20 mile ride which left me with ample time for the daily ritual of eat, shower, iron, dress, ride to work, down a cold Coke, stand in front of the fan in the office to dry, and change shirts. I went just a tad too fast on the way to work this morning, which increased the sweat factor a bit above normal. The only real 
problem with that is the hair, and the trick is to quickly dry off the wet areas and basically get it all at the same level of dryness in order to avoid unwanted hat-induced curling. Wasn't quite successful with that today and consequently have a little curled-up hunk of hair above my right eye. No, it's not cute.
problem with that is the hair, and the trick is to quickly dry off the wet areas and basically get it all at the same level of dryness in order to avoid unwanted hat-induced curling. Wasn't quite successful with that today and consequently have a little curled-up hunk of hair above my right eye. No, it's not cute.Situation normal ..........
2 comments:
Randy -
You could extend your ride a bit and just commute in your cycling gear. There happens to be a wonderful shower in the Tidewater building I spent months searching for. I'd like to think that finding it was the same since of excitement Juan Ponce de Leon had when he found the fountain of youth. Commuting in this heat, I smell just as fresh as my bar of soap.
See you out on the Crit course.
The picture you should have up is of your hat hair... what happended to that one?
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