February 24, 2014
It's turned out to be a far more active and interesting winter than I'd planned on. Instead of, like years past, wallowing in the seasonal duldrums - well, okay, maybe some of that has been happening, and that's natural - I've been stepping back, having productive discussions with myself and friends, and have kept commuting at arms-length, as opposed to constantly feeling guilty about not doing it. Combined with a sharper mental outlook on things, I seem to have maintained focused and have held my head a little higher lately. This is all good news -- and since most of you read this blog for the CYCLING, I won't go into tiresome details here. I'll save that for when you .....
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...and share a few miles with me, perhaps. To date, however - despite it sounding a lot like history-repeating - I have managed to get to my lowest personal weight since January of 2012, I have turned the occasional cross-training into an actual
February 22, 2014
February 20, 2014
It has come to my attention that Feedly, a popular feed reader for Android and Apple in the wake of the old Google Reader, hasn't updated any posts for this site since the Mighty Peculiar post back in November. I'm looking onto a solution, as its likely a known issue. Of course, if you're using Feedly, you won't see this anyways. Aw, heck.
Stay tuned . . .
February 17, 2014
Wrapped up the ride today at about 7:22pm, just a smidge over 12 hours; but, that's not bad considering Terry and I took a side trip to Whiteman AFB east of Warrensburg, and worked against a headwind for most of the return trip. I'll have to look back at my time from 2009, the last time I rode this route, but - the Biggest win for me today was personal vindication on Hammond Road's monster "wall" of a hill.
I honestly expected that I had grossly overrated this hill five years ago, the byproduct of having to walk it. The real reason for walking it was likely buried in dehydration, malnutrition, body weight, lack of training, wrong technique...whatever. Returning to the Knob Noster route, though, has reminded me that these hills in rural Missouri are still pretty serious... But not impossible. Don't sell yourself short, as I had. You should ride this route, because I'd forgotten how scenic and awesome it really is. That said, bring your legs - the first and last 7 miles are a test, and really, a compact or a triple is a good idea if you want to salvage anything resembling cadence. With my 39x27 maximum climbing gear, I had to grunt and zig-zag the grade a couple times to prevent wheel lift and traction issues... but I made it up without unclipping. Yeesssss!!
The rest of the route is fine; it really is just one, single, solitary hill on Hammond Rd. that will awaken the senses and challenge the spirit... But do not let it stop you. If you walk, you walk. My biggest failing, perhaps, was not allowing myself to be okay with that fact. I chose to make it a vendetta, and while I'm happy to have slain my own personal dragon today, I tend to carry chips on my shoulders which really shouldn't be there in the first place. The whole vengeful drama is over. It's weird, because I feel more relaxed about my riding suddenly. Accomplishment does that.
Now... What next?
The usual ride report and photos to come! Stay tuned!
February 16, 2014
February 10, 2014
In preparation for my mostly-mental assault against the Knob Noster permanent route next Monday, I took to re-reading my old post from 2009 (available in the archives link on this page), to see how things went, to see if I could spot any preoccupations, equipment differences, changes in approach - and I was surprised at myself. Not only does history repeat, apparently, I have some serious issues with my memory.
First, the timing -- at the time I had just finished my first R-12, and had been set on continuing it; at the end of that ride, however, I had sincere doubts about the future of my long distance riding, period. The post doesn't really reflect this, but I remember how I'd felt. Tired, grumpy, hacked off by flats and stumped by a local hill, and frazzled by the last few miles of traffic that I'd managed to time perfectly with that evening's rush hour. I'd also been a month deep into a personal weight loss quest, and had been curious about how the lost of 10-12 lbs. would have me fare out there, that day.
Today, five years later - same bike, largely the same equipment ( I have no notes in that post about tires, but I'm fairly certain I'd been running the same old Paselas ) and the exact same weight concerns. While I'd like to think THIS time around might go differently, I'll not be a bit surprised if I find my finishing time and rolling
February 8, 2014
|In brilliant red, the Border Patrol route cards sit and wait to be used. Socks and pajama-pants optional.|