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Seasonal vivification is breathing down my neck like an undercaffeinated art director.

The weekend was one of consistent 60F highs in Small Lake City - possibly the first of 2012. Another training criterium on Saturday followed up with some lovely crushing with the fine gents from Plan7 Coaching, Canyon Bicycles, SimplyMac Racing, and my Professional Vacuum Salesman roomie. A nice tempo-pace team time trial finish up Emigration Canyon with Chase and a couple of the SM boys left us with a respectable 24:something mark. 

Sunday’s levy brought forth the throttle-fluttering in preparation for SoCal’s interminable announcement to North America that bike racing season is ON: The San Dimas Stage Race. A brief dawdle around town saw my small contingent of coworkers and compatriots once again at the mouth of Emigration.

With a lid on the KJ burn and an eye towards next week’s baptism by fire, I ended up running into a former neighbor on the road. Heath knew me when I was first wrestling with life’s direction as a nomadic and aimless 22 year-old. We parted ways when I was supposedly running away (back) to California to launch my journey into the French Foreign Legion (riding a ‘99 Klein Quantum Pro), and him still dating his future wife. Oh, how things change in a couple years. Now, Heath’s wife is expecting, and I’m pedaling my bike for a living. Perspective.  

A finish in SLC’s resplendent 15th & 15th neighborhood with an apres-ride sandwich and Galleti gorge on the patio at Caputo’sand a visit to the newest addition to the valley’s bourgeoning acceptance of cycling as a lifestyle left me basking in sun-baked bliss. 

Life is good.

Posted at 1:11pm and tagged with: competitive cyclist, cycling, emigration canyon, nate king, plan7, salt lake city, simplymac racing, strava, training, utah, beehive bicycles, caputo's,.

Oh hey embro, knickers, taking forever to get ready for a ride, numb digits, five-hour trainer sessions, shoecovers, frightened baristas, post-ride hot buttered rum, and staring at the crude “HTFU” on my toptube like it’s an apparition of the Virgin Mary as snow batters my insufficiently swaddled face in the midst of a Zone 1 slog. Here’s to hoping I don’t have to get to know you so intimately well as during last winter’s Bataan Death March into JUNE, you frigid annual four-to-seven month bike racer menstrual cycle.

Today was my last in shorts for 2011, at least anywhere 50 miles north of the Utah/Arizona line. Coincidentally, it was the first time I’ve hit snow during the 2012 training schedule. I’d be a overjoyed to say it’s the first time I’ve seen snow in awhile, but that’s a complete lie, thanks to the previously alluded-to epic winter we experienced in Utah last year.

I’m thinking a thermos cage might be in order. And a handle of Bulleit.

Posted at 11:33pm and tagged with: cycling, winter, htfu, training, cold, nate king, salt lake city, racing,.

Oh hey embro, knickers, taking forever to get ready for a ride, numb digits, five-hour trainer sessions, shoecovers, frightened baristas, post-ride hot buttered rum, and staring at the crude “HTFU” on my toptube like it’s an apparition of the Virgin Mary as snow batters my insufficiently swaddled face in the midst of a Zone 1 slog. Here’s to hoping I don’t have to get to know you so intimately well as during last winter’s Bataan Death March into JUNE, you frigid annual four-to-seven month bike racer menstrual cycle.
Today was my last in shorts for 2011, at least anywhere 50 miles north of the Utah/Arizona line. Coincidentally, it was the first time I’ve hit snow during the 2012 training schedule. I’d be a overjoyed to say it’s the first time I’ve seen snow in awhile, but that’s a complete lie, thanks to the previously alluded-to epic winter we experienced in Utah last year.
I’m thinking a thermos cage might be in order. And a handle of Bulleit.