The 100th Post

That's right in the same year that the Montreal Canadians celebrate their Centennial I too celebrate mine. I wish it were something more exciting then informing you that I rode from Tc to Loan wolf and back again. stopping at the bank and whole foods for some tasty Blue Cheese Buffalo chicken sausages (If you haven't had one I suggest you put one in you mouth soon and often).

I would also like to point out that in Mason Storm's last comment his spelling and grammar where far worse then mine (in that post). As for the GF, she is real and gorgeous so stop your hating.

In other news I found a picture of Davey B eating his post workout meal.

Pe@ce

Wordnorsdor

I got out on the ro-ad bike last night after work for a solid hour. Headed down Antire toward 44, hooked a left toward the Police shooting range and the quaries, then cut under 44 at lewis road, and did 4-5 laps of Route 66. I Salted in a couple sprints for flavor and headed back with with the finally of climbing my entire hill (I normally stop at my house). Nothing too hard just taking another step.

I was pleased to see three legit comments on my last post. However, I feel a large void with the XTDr no longer posting on his blog.

Word to your Mothers.

Im at the bridge

Since being back in school and trying to work full time I knew that my cycling would have to be put on the back burner. I watched as my weight went up and my fitness went down. Many (and by many I mean all three of you that read my blog) know this as a skyentific fact. I knew I was sliding down the muddy hill into the bog of obesity knowing full well the ever looming season was going to be a pain fest for me. "I will cross that bridge when I get there." became my motto. On Saturday set a my size 10 shimano m225 attached the a gargantuan kankle on that rickety bridge.

Alpine shop and namely Uber fast and newly appointed 29er crew racer Chris Ploch was cool enough to hook me up with a Gary Fischer Hi-Fi. A pretty sick ride which I took out to lost valley with Pfoodman, Thrasher, and Eric Schuck. The old guys showed me what was up and left me churning along gasping for breath through mucus encrusted lips. I was beaten but not defeated. and on Sunday after work was back out on hwy94 riding with a reinvented Matt Hoffmeyer who has attacked fitness, captured it, and forced it to live in his basement and wear a gimp suit. He also showed me what was up (Hoffmeyer not the gimp).

After the chord stopped glowing bright red I realize it felt f'ing good to be back out on the trails. Looking foreword to taking another step.