Drugs of Choice

Pulled on the long tights and threw on a wind vest this morning. There's still a strong wind blowing - it's been four days now - although it's shifted now to the east northeast, which, around here, means it's on its way out. It was 41 when I went out to meet the Giro Ride group at Starbucks, and all I could think about was the cup of hot coffee I was going to get when I arrived. Although I rarely have more than one cup a day, my brain clearly rewired itself long ago to tolerate nothing less. Earlier in the week we learned that Bobby Lea was suspended because of a positive drug test for noroxycodone, a metabolite of oxycodone. He's a track rider who was in the last Olympics, and while learning of a track rider failing a drug test isn't the most surprising thing I can think of, I was a little perplexed by the drug of choice in this case. Bobby promptly sent an explanation that he had taken Percocet because he was trying to sleep and didn't realize it would cause a positive drug test, which is a bit of a stretch for an athlete at that level, but I'm inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt. After all, all I know is the only time I've been given prescriptions for narcotics like that has been for things like pulled wisdom teeth and broken bones. I suppose it helped me sleep under the circumstances.

Anyway, the Giro was kind of slow and grueling on the way out to the east, and after we got onto Chef Highway I found myself way at the back sitting on Daniel's wheel.  He was staying out the the rotating paceline and I was fine with that.  The way back, as expected, got pretty fast leading up to the Goodyear sign sprint and generally any time we got the full benefit of the tailwind.

Today, after getting a start on the LAMBRA website calendar page for 2016, which I'll be putting up tomorrow with or without some of the races that haven't gotten back to me yet, we went over to Martin Wine Cellar.   Candy had a gift card that got us enough to make it through the week.  Like coffee in the morning, my brain fully expects a glass, or two, of wine every evening.

In fact, it's getting to be that time now.....