Sunday, October 25, 2009

Bubba #3

Rode hard today, but not hard enough. I just couldn't hang on with the lead group after 3 laps and fell back to somewhere around 6-8th for the rest of the race. I ended up riding with Jeff Yielding and Dave B. for most of the race. It was good to ride with Dave, he's got a ton of experience and is stronger, but we have pretty similar riding styles so I was psyched to pedal with him. During the B races I usually could talk to whoever I rode with, A races are much harder...just about all my energy went to me legs.

Maggie rocked it again today on her mountain bike...although she's now definitely wanting a cx bike. Too bad we're both in med school and have to plan every little detail of our finances...cus it would be nice just to grab her a bike before the halloween races. Let me know if you know of any cheap 48-50cm cx bikes out there! My cannondale is a 50cm and a bit small for me, I may talk with Kona this week about a Major Jake and see if I can set up the Cdale for her.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Listening to my body and my wife

First, thanks so much to 'GoPate', whoever you are for taking so many awesome pictures of so many people this past weekend! My self indulgence it as a new level of satisfaction.

So there I was, lining up for my first 'A' race ever, feeling like I had done everything right. I had eaten well throughout the day, didn't drink the night before, rode easy on thursday and friday, had good clothes, and felt super psyched. Then of course, there's reality. I feel like whenever I do all the right shit before a race, something happens (shit). Then, whenever I have a couple of beers, get woken up at 4am by the baby, and generally don't feel that great, I race my ass off and feel fantastic.

The A race on saturday night was weird. I was off the line with a great start and felt really good for the first lap. I was probably 5th and feeling like things were very fast but that I was prepared and could hang on. I don't know when or how it happened but at some point during lap 2 my knee started to hurt. It was the kind of deep, throbbing pain that only hard exertion could bring out and possibly torn connective tissue. I looked down to see a 2cm cut on my leg and dark red blood gushing down my shin. Oh well, at first I thought merely a flesh wound. Then the pain continued and I started thinking about the fact that the pain was internal. Various anatomical landmarks came to mind in addition to tears and breaks through those particular landmarks. I ended up bailing after lap 3. A decision that, looking back, I think was the right one to make
After some beers, we headed home for wound cleaning and sleep. Which each respictively, hurt and didn't happen much. The next morning, my knee felt great but when I brought up to my wife the times of the 2 races I wanted to do (A race and single speed), a certain period of spousal negotiation began. You see, driving between St Louis and Columbia with a 1-year old can theoretically be done at any time, as long as you can stand periods of crying. But, the consequences of a drive at 3:30pm or later, means a later than normal nap, which means not going to bed until the whee hours of the morning. Since I have to be at the hospital ready-to-go for a 10 hour, busy-as-shit day at 7am...the possibility of getting to race A's and single speed started to look glim.
Enter compromise. I figured that I'd be slower on a single speed cross bike. I had thought, much slower. So, I decided that if I raced the B race, I'd still get a race in (first ever on a single speed cross bike) and that I woudn't be sandbaggin because of my 'handycap'.
Single speed mountain biking often makes since. The feeling I get from carrying momentum through twisting and turning single track, while on a single speed is akin to feeling one with something, as if my bike is an extension of myself. I've had similar feeling on a geared bike, but I think that because I suck at shifting and have descent legs, the zin-type experience is closer while on a single speed; almost as a default.
Cross of course, is different than mountain biking. But apparently, the course and conditions determine how different. It turned out that I ended up looking like a total sand-baggin asshole out there today in the B race, despite my expectations that I'd finish in the pack due to my preconceived single speed disadvantage. Oh well, live and learn. It was a great time and I'm super psyched on my new Kona major one. Scandium is good shit.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009


Pictures are worth many thousands of words in this case.

Burnin, 1 year birthday, cross, Avery Old Jub, Coffee stout, cross, new buds, walking baby, cool weather, college football. hells yeah.

Sunday, October 4, 2009


It has only been a week since my last post, but a bunch has happened regarding the riding of bicycles so I wanted to load up some pics before the glory that will be burnin at the bluff.

Last wednesday-ish I succumbed to the good vibes, new and old friends, superior attitude, and superior state of mind and joined team seagal. Which basically meant that I picked a nick-name and jumped aboard. Later that day I got a plastic bag stuck in my shit.

Then I saw a dude doing tai-chi on the street, got my hair cut and drank a 16oz PBR while doing so, ate at the new broadway brewery here in columbia, and saw some sweet bras.

Riding this weekend was basically prep-work. A nice 2 hour road ride with lots of steep climbing with coach and my cousin Rory and 3 hard 15 minute intervals on the cross course before work on saturday. The weather is rocking and I'm super psyched on life, fall, and the hilarious pictures of my daughter eating steak and pancakes for her 1st birthday meal (her favorite meal).