Finally a good number

I finally got a decent 20′ power number. 400 watts today, boo yeah. And there were another 10 watts in me that I never got out! A Garmin guy going down Lemmon on the other side of the road dropped his mouth in complete shock as he saw me flying up the mountain with a trail of other’s broken bike parts drenched in the blood of my helpless victims that were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Actually he just waved. But I imagined he dropped his jaw and bulged his eyes, which made me go harder.

I don’t know if any of you agonize about intervals like I do sometimes. The pain, the fear, the worry about not reaching your expected numbers. Today was one of those days. As I rode to the base of Mt. Lemmon, which has an ideal 5% grade for doing threshold intervals, I argued with myself. “I feel good, no. I don’t feel good. I feel OK. No I feel like crap and I’m just going to do tempo instead. No you’re not you wimp!!” My better side won like it usually does, and I began the interval, tricking my weak self by saying, “don’t worry, we’ll just do 10 minutes and see how we feel. If we’re too tired, then we’ll just do tempo for the next couple of hours and call it even, OK? How does that sound, champ?” Little did my weak self know, I was going to do the full interval if it meant falling off my bike into a cacti.

I finished the interval with too much left but was still pleased, and rode up the rest of the way to 9 miles. Then it was all the way down and back to town to get water at the McDonalds, then back up to 9 miles again averaging 338 watts for the 45′ climb. I love days like this. By the way, who actually goes to McDonalds? Every time I go in there (twice today) it’s packed inside and the drive-through stretches way out into the parking lot. Why? Why????? If you want fast food, especially in Tucson, there are hundreds if not hundreds of millions of taco shops that are infinitely better than the crap they have at McDonalds. Does advertising really work this well? Are you people (not you) that influenced by TV? Next time I walk into that McDonalds to get water, it had better not be packed full of you idiots. Or else I’m going to vomit all over the floor, customers, employees, and cash register in my disgust of a failed governmental system that awards outright lying, monopolies, and war that leave Americans fat, wasteful, and stupid and the rest of the resentful world poor and running for cover (possibly to a McDonalds) to escape the raining barrage of Haliburton bombs. Hum…where did that come from?

Bike components on their last leg. No, stump.

After my first set of isolated leg intervals up A mountain today, I began noticing a grinding skip in my rear derailleur.  I ignored it and finished my intervals while it grew louder and more clunkier.  Plus on the way down, while I coasted, my chain kept derailing and going slack.  On the way home, I attempted to solve the problems by screwing with the barrel adjuster, which did nothing.  I knew that if I went to the bike shop, they would find something wrong and it would cost a fortune.  If I went home, there was a good chance that it might go away on its own.  I used my worst judgment and went to the shop for some stupid reason, and was told that my chain, cassette, and free-hub body were all ready for the dump.  Plus my derailleur hanger was bent.  And that I was ugly.  Wait, no.  That last part only happens at Life Cycle.

I rode home, cursing at the ever-worsening clanking as my bike continued to moan.  I set the bike in its corner and forgot about it for a few hours.  Then I decided that I would fix the problem myself.  So I bent the derailleur hanger back straight and, though I haven’t test ridden it yet, I assume that by fixing that one problem, everything else has been solved.

Another one of my problems will soon be solved as well: being bored all day by myself.  I’ve decided to return to Oregon in the next week or two and get a job and start saving a little money for the races I plan on doing in the spring.  I’ve survived 22 other Oregon winters in the past, and this one’s already half way over so I guess I’ll be able to manage one more.  The weather here is great, obviously, but the rest of the time while I’m not on the bike I’m extremely bored.  So it’s back to Oregon, where I plan on inflicting some pain on the CSC, UofO, Team O, and Life Cycle rides.  And no, Will.  I am not going to slow down on the hills for you.

Last week’s creation…BEHOLD: PECAN SANDI!!!!!



Crafted by Sir Galen and Chef Kennett.  Ingredients:

crushed pecans
all spice, nutmeg, cinnamon, cloves
clam chowda
Boston baked beans
jeggar bombs
fish chowda
lemon zest
more jeggar bombs
lemon juice
baking powder and baking soda

cream cheese
lemon zest and juice
humpback hhhhwhale chowda
Boston Lagger
a pawkd caw
powdered sugar