I thought only three words: Fuck. That. Shit. It’s on the counter downstairs, next to the coffee machine.

We should head up there this summer. Camp by Turquoise Lake. Ride out towards Sugarloaf. And where the race course turns left, we should go straight on Flying Pan Road I’ve heard you can ride all the way over to Aspen back that way.

At least we could check out the Ruedi Reservoir.

maps.google.com/maps…leadville+colorado

I’m on the opposite end. Watching the kid near 24/7. Soon enough, I’ll have to struggle, and I mean struggle to get that 3.0 to “hopefully” qualify for Mursing school. B’s get degrees here. Shit ain’t right.

I let my Leadville entry hang around the house for two days. I stared at it for about ten seconds at a time, of and on. Recounted the memories, then it hit the trash like so many dreams. That was all I needed. “Racing is Neither”

I’m gonna try like a mofo to get to your racing weight. Ought to take me about ten more years but it’s going good already. Steady progress. Don’t burnout. Lift, bend, glug, glug, glug… the Tennis Elbow ain’t no fun though. This shit is hard work!

1) I missed a lot of my children’s lives this last semester. The whole “be scared” and “this is nothing like undergrad” tip does not work on me. You can scare someone else. I’m not 25. But I still put in a shit ton of work. I had to. Grades don’t come out till, are you ready for this, January 9th. I passed. I know that much. And C’s get degrees. I know that as well. But, I’m going to take my kids to the zoo this spring. Fuck those pinhead pricks. Mi Famila.

2) Ride more. See above. I probably rode an hour every other week. It made me insane. No bueno. I need to get out in the sun more.

3) Fuck racing for me. The only thing I’m doing in the immediate future is beer filled charity rides or races that I can treat like a beer filed charity ride. Drink often and drink early. And I mean drink beer.

4) You had to mention weight. Snake couldn’t believe how thin I was when I saw him a month ago. Seems sitting a table and reading hundreds of pages while drinking gallons of coffee actually worked for my physique. Took me all these years to figure that one out. I’m down ‘round two bills. My “racing weight” is more like 195. I was pushing 215 and upwards of 220 for a while there. Less Martan’s, more despair. Go figure. It worked.

Ride more bike. Work has also taken time from my riding. New job, new tasks.

Ride different places. I have been in a funk, riding the same roads and trails all season. I just rode a new trail and forgot the joy of new singletrack.

I am only 5 pounds from race weight.. you’re on your own there. ;)