A picture says a thousand words….
Here’s Christine, bracing herself from feeling slightly overwhelmed by the start of the weekend…
We entertained ourselves by roaming around Super Target where I quickly located some Incredible Hulk gloves and relived my glory days as a boxer…
Karen is modeling the pink dryer, made of plastic and small motor. A must buy if you’re ever in S.Target.
Our own featured Are You Living It contributor, Randy Stueve, was recently featured on CoachTroy.com, the website of former pro triathlete Troy Jacobson. Check out the podcast here, and listen to how Randy has been able to pursue his passion and with hard work, achieve his goals.
What a weekend. It still feels like I’m winding down from it!
As mentioned, Christine and I arrive on Friday and checked out the track that night. We woke up Saturday, had a nice breakfast and lunch then started racing around 6:30. First up - the women’s standing 250 tt. Karen aka Kenny’s Gal (they had no information on her at the start) was up first - putting up the third fastest time of the night! I rolled in at 7th out of 16 ladies. Little did I know how this would help me in the long run for the handicap races the following day.
This week was my first Southern Oregon Thursday Night Race. The race is held at the Champion Drag Strip in White City, Oregon. It is a mix between a Criterium and a Circuit race with the course taking you down the Drag Strip and circling back on an access road for a lap of just over a mile. As we were riding warm up laps, I went into a corner and suddenly my front tire decided it was tired of turning and slid across the road. I of course was not yet ready to give up on the turn and continued to lean in the opposite direction until I was stopped by the very firm pavement.
Christine and I arrived yesterday after a SUPER long flight direct from Seattle to Minneapolis. We were stuck in an hour long holding pattern, circling the 10,000,000,000,000,000 lakes while we waited to land on the lonely airstrip still available to planes due to the heavy winds. Our poor ride, driven by the wonderful Miranda, circled outside the airport in upward of two hours while we waited in a congested full flight of screaming toddlers and loudly snoring passengers. A few hours later, we arrived at the dorms, not even 100 feet from the track and proceeded to be treated like rock stars with dinner at Chili’s and a late night stroll on the wooden planks.
(After my open water swim, I spent some time with the wildlife. Brown Drakes, aka Ephemera simulans, were hatching right on schedule. In a few days, they’ll be coming off the Au Sable, and the trout will be in a frenzy. So will I, now that my passion has been rekindled.)
This was on Road Bike Rider Weekly Newsletter RBR and reminds us that aging is not the same as getting old. The following is a comment on a story about sudden coronary artery blockage in a fit cyclist.
I woke up this morning to the sound of pouring rain. What’s that saying? June showers bring July flowers? Or is it - WHERE’S SUMMER?
It’s funny how you can stay motivated to ride outside in the rain in the winter - yet as soon as the precipitation starts falling from the sky in June I’ll be the first one to ride the rollers. And it’s even 20 degrees warmer. Oh well.
Let’s play a little game called recommended vs not recommended!
Recommended: Racing your heart out on Friday Night with the cat 3 men and contesting sprints.
Not Recommended: Racing Friday Night Track before a three stage omnium with hills.
Recommended: Signing up in advance for a plush crit corner marshal 4 hour shift because it is your team race and bringing your favorite lawn chair, umbrella, compression socks and lunch.
