Chillin Like Ice Cream Fillin (2/25/2007)

I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day-- Whoever said this was probably three weeks into a big base block. (or was just an idiot) As of 6:39 pm today, I am done with base! This past week was another doozey: shammy time galore. Things where just an hour away from finishing off flawlessly when I stacked it up major onto the asphalt. It was pretty Hollywood looking- yes, I do my own stunts- and left me with an attractive blackish-blue tattoo on my back side. (lucky for you, my camera batteries went dead.) As nice as it is to be done, I’m going to miss the long steady stuff. It’s so simple to look at a week as nothing but hours- and meet those goals. It’s no walk in the park, toughing it through the elements hour after painstaking hour, but there is something comfortable about being able to tune it all out and just spin your way into oblivion. With the next phase comes the return of looking at the watch more than once an hour and that long lost feeling of- oh shit, this is going to hurt. Man I love this stuff. The biggest plus of moving on through the weeks is that mountain bike season is getting closer and closer by the day! The new ride is starting to come together, and with a set of wheels and some other little bits and pieces she’ll be out the trails finally. With everyone else out training on there race rigs since the inception of base, I’m definitely getting a bit of a late start, but what are you going to do. Some more gear came in today, and Alfa Male through another one of his temper tantrums about dropping money on the essentials. When put in perspective, the costs of this bike stuff are pretty insignificant relative to what I forgo in life: i.e. Car payments, college dorms, etc. But you want close minded, look no further then my family tree. Ahh, negativity. Just more fuel for the fire.