I need to get my routine down. My weight has dropped about three pounds a month from my Winter high. To keep it going down I will need to get that trainer I am always talking about. I need to get into a routine before the snow flies. I need to train for WORS next year. It is hard to compete when you don’t know the field. I need a good solid season of races to enjoy competing as I need to identify my nemesis, those better than me in order to target and defeat them. (I need, I need, I need) It would be nice to be the outright top of the field in my class but that may not be a practical goal. Of course if I can get my weight down to under 220lbs…. I am currently at 275.
And talking routines, what about them Olympics. I missed most any cycling coverage due to NBC’s poor overall coverage for those who don’t have paid TV. Why is it the consensus that everyone has cable despite statistics otherwise. And many of these claims of a cable only public are from the same people who make fun of the manmade global warming crowd by pointing to the mountain of statistic that contradict the global warmers.
But the routines that I really want to mention, that implant fearful images in my mind of man, are those of the synchronized swimmers. That heavy waterproof makeup looks outright scary. Then all the miscellaneous disassociated limbs dancing across the water? Two out of two adults agree (my brother and I ) that watching synchronized swimming is a leading cause of nightmares in small children.
After not racing in the Alterra Coffee Bean Classic my sites are set on next year. Forgot about and missed Sunburst Showdown but will more than likely be at the classic final in Sheboygan; The Wigwam MTB Challenge. Just as a spectator and enthusiast with a camera. The Subaru Cup is the premier event of the year and was this past weekend. I heard they had some Olympians there.
The baseball park developer, with his eye on Crystal ridge where Metro and Alterra has invested much in trails, is going to do an MTB and BMX park, along with snowboard course for Winter pleasures as part of his plans. (as long as they get rid of those soccer pitches) At least that WAS the word. Now the word is that our very accomplished parks director has been fired for fast tracking the plans without making the proper environmental planning with the DNR before hand. In other words, the County Executive just found out about it after the fact. I don’t know if that will frustrate the schedule and change the investors mind.
And trail work season is here. Metro will be scheduling many trail work days in the near future if any are interested. Something else I need to add to my routine along with some long trail rides. Metro’s Wednesday Night Time Trials have been very successful and have run going on fourteen weeks in a row, excluding the 4th of July. A new record. I need to get out there and get a timed lap in to compare with early next year after the mother of all training Winters I am committing to.
Mm mm. The peaches are ripening. We lost dozens earlier when an entire limb snapped under the weight of the peaches. I am not talking two or even three dozen. It was a great loss but I am finally over it.
Phlox is growing to become my favorite flower. And it is not because it is spelled with a ‘ph’. It blooms earlier and more fragrant in the forest from my observations. I love the sight and smell, the pleasant surprise of phlox on a good trail ride. This is the best bloom we have ever had in our yard.
For those concerned among you, having heard Reverend Moon has been deathly ill on the news, Reverend Moon is steadily improving in his battle with pneumonia. A very serious battle to overcome at 92 years old. All prayers of well being are appreciated.
And always desiring to educate, to leave you my readers more informed and capable after reading than before, I have an important technique to share. Unless you are rich and have flying robotic fly zappers to hunt down those pesky pests you may have been tormented by flies landing inside a bowl or cup, supposedly protected from the swift retribution of the handy, doesn’t need to be changed, fly swatter. The dilemma is easily resolved if you follow these simple instructions. What you need is a quick double tap. The first very temporarily stuns the fly. The second coming in quick succession strikes as the fly is rising out of his formerly presumed safe space. If done right the fly will be dead before it hits the bottom of the concave implement of its own choosing.
The learning never stops!