Archive for February, 2010

Something About Nothing

I just noticed something.  I haven’t posted in a while;  over two weeks.  Let me explain.

In my professional life, I am a programmer (mostly web stuff).  On Monday, I will be launching a major version of my organization’s main data recording and reporting system.  Needless to say, I have been a little busy with it.  It’s been about a year in the making and I’ve been stressing over making the transition as smooth as possible.

The rides on the trainer after work have been invaluable.  It’s a great stress reliever.  The only major bike event on the horizon is a foray into using chamois cream.  I’ll give a report on that at a later date.

My temporary hiatus has been nicely filled by several good articles over at Biking To Live.  My drought has been equaled by his bounty.  Check it out.

Hopefully there will be a minimum of issues with the site release and I can refocus my life on the real important stuff, like trainer rides, equipment and chamois cream.

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Trainer Tale

Four workouts per week

Dead legs tell the tales of woe

Results are worth it

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Enough About You, Let’s Talk About Me

No, I’m not channeling my inner Tyra.  For some reason lately, I’ve been thinking about that Road ID commercial that Levi Leipheimer does.  In it, he does a brief list of “Who I am”.

Many cyclists know that when you have to do an hour of tempo on a trainer (I do twice a week now), your mind can wander.  Well, after pondering Levi’s soliloquy and then clipping in, this was my stream of consciousness:

I am a cyclist

I am a husband

I am a brother, uncle and a son.

I am a computer programmer.

I am not a gamer.

At one time, I was an excellent bowler.

I am a guitarist.

I will not have children.  It used to bother me a little, but not any more.

I can see why some people don’t like Woody Paige.

I don’t drink alcohol.  I do drink caffeine.

I love chocolate.  Don’t care much for hard candy.

I have a lack of discipline when it comes to food.  If I don’t want to be tempted, I can’t have it near me.

I have a strong immune system, I think.  I don’t get sick very often.  Not having kids likely helps.

I’m scared of being fat again.  That has to mean something deep on some level, doesn’t it?

I hate yardwork.  Mowing the lawn is a 90 minute chore.  A 3 hour ride is a joy.

I love it when my legs feel totally fatigued and a little sore after a tough ride.  I feel like I did something fulfilling.

I tend to be routine-oriented, but not married to it.  “One man’s rut is another man’s groove”, I say.

I hate it when the above is interpreted as my being panicked when a routine is interrupted.  I not Rain Man for crying out loud.

I don’t see my friends as often as I’d like.

Man, do I miss riding outside.

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