Colds suck

So I thought that I had dodged the nasty bug that was going around work. I was wrong and it sucker punched me right in the face... and the throat...and the lungs. I tried not to let it slow me down and still made all the roller hockey games we had on our schedule the last week. I finally started to feel better to day and met up with G to run an easy 4 miles. It felt good so I continued the work out at home with some core stuff nothing to intense.

I am sad to say that I had to bail on the middle fork ride last Thursdor due to a scratch on my Cornea. Some snot nosed little turd at the blues game on Tuesday night was trying to catch a falling coupon for QD instead he stabbed me in the eye with one of his dirty little fingers. Oh well the joke is on him because I got the coupon and vision is covered by Whole Foods. That free Blizzard will be the sweetest one I have ever had.

Reality hurts

So I was told this week all that would be in the sky is rain. However, today somewhere between the last episode of Breaking Bad and the Third episode of The Office I realized that it was one of those awesome days where you revoke you right to call yourself a cyclist if you do not ride. So I donned the Lycra, filed the water bottles, pressed play on the Ipod, and headed out.

I did my normal loop into Fenton and back home. It is amazing the little things that forget when you do not ride like being able to clip back in after stopping at a red light, or as the case was today drinking from a water bottle. I tried this seemingly easy task about 2 miles into my ride and ended up in the ditch. I scraped the egg off of my face and continued on my ride. Thankfully without and other incidents.

I was not expecting much from the first real ride back on the road bike so I am fairly happy with my results: 33 miles, 15.5 mph average, 2437 vertical feet of climbing, and 1600 burned calories.

Back at it

You aren't trying hard enough if you don't crash.

Famous words uttered by none other than Chris Ploch. These words normally bother me when I leave the park after a ride on which I have not crashed. Today I ate it. I spent 2 hours riding the hallowed trials of Cwood and as I descended Justin's my front wheel washed allowing me to practice my body surfing. So moral of the story I tried hard enough.

To bad all the weather forecasts that I heard for the rest of the week call for rain because I am really starting to like this riding thing.

"A lot of people ask me where the fuck I've been at... Shit I don't know. But I do know I'm back now."

So I really have not been riding much since returning from the Single Speed World Championships in beautiful Durango Colorado. However, since the weather has begun to feel like spring again I blew the dust off of the easter bike and headed out to good old C-Wood. It was amazing to be back out again.

Since I have not been riding I have lost touch with alter ego "Fast Robert" and have been trying to find him again. A have a good Friend who is training for a marathon and has agreed to drag my fat ass along in order to help with my search. I have also started playing roller hockey in my free time which I have to say is more fun than climbing marshall road and just as rewarding. And that is what has been keeping me busy.

So there is the update. Hopefully it lived up to any and all expectations.

And here is a parting shot