Day: January 6, 2008

The 12 Days of Christmas

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Ok it was actually more like 15 days, basically starting from the last day of work til the next weekend when work got rolling again. and i ate way too much junk food and cookies.

I managed to work out about 2 hrs a day, a averaged about 9 hrs a week on the bike for 3 weeks.

Friday 12-21: Javalina to Mormon to National to Geronimo to Javalina, with Byron, JB, Kathleen and others. took Beckie’s shoes by mistake. oops! rode in my lightweight-hikers, and gave up on making many of the ups I normally make. well, at least i didn’t wear Tevas to work, but descending was a headtrip having to think constantly about ramming my feet into the pedals to stay on. one drop near the end i lost the pedals and nose-wheelied, but the Heckler saved me and put me down. nice thru axel, nice shock, RIGHT BRAKE ONLY! RIGHT BRAKE ONLY!

Sunday 12-23: Saguaro Lake and back, windy as shit, i am slow and fat, but ready to enjoy the suite for the Cardinals game. big spread, lots of free food and beer, learned not to try to sneak into any other suites for free beer again. and there was a football game!

Monday 12-24: Black Canyon Trail with Ray and his buddy Pete. we stopped short of the final descent into Black Canyon City, still did 22 miles, 3500 feet and 3.5 hrs. then for the first time, i rode the trailer with Kila out to pick up G from daycare and to the park. Alex’s Xmas eve party!

Xmas Hike Tower Trail

Wednesday 12-26: fixed my seat from creaking, then rode Sunrise and the lower trails on the Scottsdale side of the McDowells with Beckie. 2.5 hrs, 16 miles, 3000 feet. She ascended Sunrise just a few minutes behind me, which is not an easy thing, considering I am somewhat fast and have ridden it 6 times and got all but one short steep on the first summit. Natural Wash and Paradise are fun in both directions when you are not exhausted, for a change. Beckie smashed her shit and walked out the last mile, i did not know. but in my kindness and good karma, had beers ready when she arrived.

Thursday and Friday: assembled my new truing stand and used it and the rotor gauge to fix the Blur from the crash on Tower Trail 2 weeks prior, and fixed up Beckie’s crash. mmm…tools.

Saturday 12-29: Goat Camp. 3 hours, 16 miles, ~3000 feet, 3 miles of the gnarliest downhill i have ever been on. the 12 mile climb rocked, the descent scared the living shit out of me. several times on the descent i practically froze and was just plain skeered to get back on the bike. well, at least i was in the lead to the top so had nothing left to prove. that which does not kill me makes me stronger. no blood no broken parts, a long scary day with some good friends.

Sunday: Dacite Super Loop. 5 hrs, maybe 6 miles, at least 3k, much bushwacking. we thought, hahahaha, that this would be easier and safter than Flatiron. G was a trooper, though this was almost certainly a case of foolish parenting, made right only by Beckie and me being strong like ox. hauling G the stakes go up, and i think about being strong instead of being tired.

Monday New Years Eve: Saguaro Lake\Usery on the roadie.

New Years: family ride to Phon D

Thursday 1-3: Javalina to Mormon to National to Geronimo to Javalina, with Byron and Alex. fun fun fun, more fun, then i slid my wheel under a chain link fence 4 blocks from home and poked a hole in my sidewall. really. its even more unbelievable to write it down, than to have caused it to actually happen. do i know how to handle a bike? so i walked back to the car. i’m an idiot.

Saturday 1-5: Pass Mountain, then Red, White & Brew. Then i felt encouraged and in rhythm and just the least bit emboldened by vanilla porter, and decided today was the day i upped my free-riding. so i took Kila for a run, with my pads and my shoes and my helmet and my Heckler – gonna go play hard, why not be safe?! down to the church and we hit the staircase of 4 x 3 stairs about 5 times, and i cleared it up for the first time. down to the jump pit below Red Mountain Ranch for some reps. I hit 10 or so 2-3 footers, and really started to feel the feeling of getting the nose up on small jumps. then near the Hawes Walgreens there is a staircase with 2 flights of 7 and i got that for the first time – been psyched out by it for a looooong time.

Don’t overthink it

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a few days ago, on my work from home day, i got distracted and spent much of the day on projects in and about my Man Cave. Beckie’s response upon arriving home: “so instead of making $50\hr as a computer programmer, you decided to earn $9\hr as a bike mechanic.”

twas an interesting point.

beckie further said that my attraction to the garage is like a woman’s attraction to the closet. and i wanted to dispute this with all the reasons that i am fundamentally not attracted to the garage, but rather drawn there by duty and need and obligation. what lives in the garage if angered can trap us in our house, or enable our escapes from it; it can augment our living space, and relieve pressures upon it. And point-of-fact: I spent a significant portion of the day replacing the derailleur Beckie bashed in the McDowells, and truing her tacoey wheels with my new truing stand and rotor gauge, and replacing the shifter pod that she broke. along with other assorted cleaning, sorting, storing and fixing-up of things bike and non-bike, for which she was quite appropriately grateful.

but in the end she was right it was just that simple. however much i try to avoid it, it is on the chromosome.

improved Man Cave, with truing stand

improved Man Cave, part II

and something for the Wo-closet

Jo, choosing an M&M over freedom. Don’t overthink it.

body awareness

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the Human has developed a consciousness of her body-as-living-space. i’m not surprised by it, or that it seemingly took so long. its hard to think about, say, your socks being bunched up or being a little cold, when you can’t put 2 thoughts together. i don’t really think she is in any less pain, unpleasantness, discomfort or feeling-groovy than she ever was before. she just can now process a thing and 2 possible alternatives.

i think it began with oweee.

but pain is such a simple concept, that who’s impressed with a baby noticing that? but now, starting to see gradations and preferences, now that is learning!

so she knows to pick up her scrambled eggs gingerly and blow on them when they are hot. and that she wants to nag me constantly for “mor chocate.” and she was painfully aware of her painful foot upon which she dropped a free-weight. and now out of the bath she wants immediately to be wrapped up in a towel; she loves to run naked, but still ran under her covers and wasn’t happy til they were pulled up to her chin.