Sunday was very good taking Sephie back to Badger Prairie trails. She had some Chucky Taylors rather than Crocs covering her feet and no soccer games to distract her. She had one moment (see below) but recovered and rode on.
It works for the Lalondes, so it could work for her too.
A brief "Randy Moment"
Climbing like a fiend.
The headwind back slowed her down, but only a bit.
The Wasabi Tuna on the left was great. Ranch dressing couldn't help the deep fried cheese curds.
So yesterday I left work early for other business and afterwards headed west on the Seven. My intention was to do a few hours of hills and see what was left in my legs afterwards at the practice Crit at Research Park. So out on the H8er trail I go.
I had some change in my Twin 6 pockets so I bought 25 cents worth of blonde Oreos from these urchins who had set up a H8er trail-side lemonade/oreo stand.
Westward and upward toward Hawk's Landing.
A few miles and hills later Blue Mounds was in sight.
Upon seeing this sign my first instinct was "spin in circles not squares", then I thought it could be a swirling drain and I should avoid it, but the lower sign fully disclosed the meaning.
In Mt Horeb I needed caffeine. McDonald's has these wonderful Iced Coffees.
I can't bring myself to clip the sleeves like Team Dicky.
Solar art.
No it didn't collapse, it looked like it had been in service and was awaiting a truck to take it away.
On the way back I still had legs attached at the hips, So I stopped in TBS West to have the limit screw allow the 12t back in the range. I topped off with agua and had a brief conversation with Jesse. Gotta go...
... noodle around the lap before the start.
An all too brief pull during the race. I had plenty of power but absolutely no conditioning. I was able to ramp it up to 40 out of the corner with a nice tailwind assist but by the finish line I was begging for a draft and happy not to get spit out the back. Bottom line, I sucked compared to last year this time when I made chum out of these B riders and was able to sit in with the A's. A variation of a quote comes to mind ".. Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, son." Just change "stupid" to "slow."
Still, it was nearly 5 hours of saddle time and I had only minor cramping in my sleep. Sunday is Reforestation Camp WORS and I'll be there, on the Single Speed, in Comp, and I predict I'll get creamed. My goal is to finish within 45 minutes of the first singlespeeder. I'm pretty sure the gearing will be 56x12 too.
A brief "Randy Moment"
Climbing like a fiend.
The headwind back slowed her down, but only a bit.
The Wasabi Tuna on the left was great. Ranch dressing couldn't help the deep fried cheese curds.
So yesterday I left work early for other business and afterwards headed west on the Seven. My intention was to do a few hours of hills and see what was left in my legs afterwards at the practice Crit at Research Park. So out on the H8er trail I go.
I had some change in my Twin 6 pockets so I bought 25 cents worth of blonde Oreos from these urchins who had set up a H8er trail-side lemonade/oreo stand.
Westward and upward toward Hawk's Landing.
A few miles and hills later Blue Mounds was in sight.
Upon seeing this sign my first instinct was "spin in circles not squares", then I thought it could be a swirling drain and I should avoid it, but the lower sign fully disclosed the meaning. 
In Mt Horeb I needed caffeine. McDonald's has these wonderful Iced Coffees. 
I can't bring myself to clip the sleeves like Team Dicky.
Solar art.
No it didn't collapse, it looked like it had been in service and was awaiting a truck to take it away.
On the way back I still had legs attached at the hips, So I stopped in TBS West to have the limit screw allow the 12t back in the range. I topped off with agua and had a brief conversation with Jesse. Gotta go...
... noodle around the lap before the start.
An all too brief pull during the race. I had plenty of power but absolutely no conditioning. I was able to ramp it up to 40 out of the corner with a nice tailwind assist but by the finish line I was begging for a draft and happy not to get spit out the back. Bottom line, I sucked compared to last year this time when I made chum out of these B riders and was able to sit in with the A's. A variation of a quote comes to mind ".. Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, son." Just change "stupid" to "slow."
Still, it was nearly 5 hours of saddle time and I had only minor cramping in my sleep. Sunday is Reforestation Camp WORS and I'll be there, on the Single Speed, in Comp, and I predict I'll get creamed. My goal is to finish within 45 minutes of the first singlespeeder. I'm pretty sure the gearing will be 56x12 too.
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