Training Days on Ice

Yes. That is someone riding their bicycle on a frozen canal.

8 (+) Reasons Why I Hate Sundays in December

1. Waking up late, but earlier than you'd like, so you can attend a group ride.

2. Discover that your rear tire is flat just as you're leaving.

3. Forced into switching cassettes, since your winter bike is an 8 speed.

4. Discovering 50 meters later that your cassette is loose.

5. Grabbing your good bike, when you'd rather leave it tucked away for the winter.

6. TTing to the meeting point, and arriving 5 minutes late.

7. TTing to the next 6km, in vain hope of catching the group, who are prone to slow starts, but never seeing them.

8. Turning around, because you can't be bothered.

Then the rain starts.

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Hey.

It’s been awhile.

Still alive. Believe it, or not.

Never finished the follow up the my last entry. Let’s just say that the FD’s teammate is a prophet.

Since that past post I've done a fair share of racing. Nothing worth writing about.

Work took over for a bit.

Then I went back to the Heartland.

While I was there I -

Threw it down on many an occasion with the Cannibals. Always a pleasure.

Ate plenty of comfort food. Burp.

Mixed it up with Townies and Gownies. Always fun.

Rolled a clincher in a hairpin turn, during a training race, but somehow managed to keep (the rest of) the rubber on the road (and grass).

Had an argument with a newly minted Cat 4™ about how to ride in a paceline. Always entertaining.

Found myself delayed by a tropical storm.

Did some post-storm cleanup.

Flew back.

So, yeah... here I am.

Back.