Make it hard


Got out for a good ride.   Lots of tough features, challenges, climbs.  Rocks, Roots, Ruts.
Anne Rock set it up, and off we went,.... up Nature Boy,  a fine Philly climb, down into Wiss.
Cross the river,  a bit of road, and to the "natural style" trails of Gladwyne.

These trails have nice rustic unrefined feelings.  Old school hiking feel to 'em.   You have to pedal hard to carry momentum over big roots, careful on the off cambers, pick a good line though the rocks,creeks to ride, lips to pop up over.   Tough features, all ride-able, hard and challenging. 
 Nationals was my last CX race, and it was a fine course, very hard in places, challenging to the confidence, but all ride-able.   According to my opinion, that's what makes cross, taking what you are given, and often we are given the left-overs, shunned away parks, urban wastelands,  cow fields, and that, that is the land we race.   Stonewalls to hop, dumb long beer can trails, around the lips of ponds, F'n keep awake and don't fall in.  

Today, was a fine day, as a cross racer it was made up of all  the right components, friendship, laughs, and at times skills/physically challenging.

Make it hard,
thanks!  dlowe


burn it in

dopey in love with grass track, and so happy to have it close to home,  Philly Grass!



51st Street Madonna

at the end of my intervals set; sprinting, soft pedal, and a run block.
I easy pedaled down to the man sitting on the stump,
He'd yell not loud, but enough for me to hear, "pick it up"
or "gettie up" or something like that.
each time I got to his end of my interval.

 It was a there and back sets, from the 51st Street Madonna to the Black Cowboy Clubhouse.

"how old are you?" he asked, "54",  I said, thinking my real age not my cross age. 
"looks like fun",  
"it is, I race a bunch of old guys, we try to poke each others eyes out, stab you in the back,...
we laugh about it after racing,  drink some beer,...

"you run with small steps" he said
"yep," I said, "like Tim Johnson,"  "trying"
He said, "work on you arm swing, drive it, don't have a lazy arm"
how old are you I asked him, "56" he said,
"thanks for the cheers, I heard ya each lap" "I'll work on my lazy arm"




I've been going hard, the last three weeks,
thinking about the cross season,
Now's the time for me to take a break, chill, soft pedal, tourist rides shit.
I got out today and did that.

sometime in the last year a mural went up,  on the front of the carpet shop on Parkside Ave

The carpet shops on the edge of a not so great neighborhood, and the park, tough spot to sell rugs I'd guess.   I saw the fresh colors, and pedaled over.

you know as I get older, and some of the loved ones in my life, are gone, my perspective is bent, formed, different, than when I was 25, with a wide open future.

Loss is amazingly painful,  and it comes to us all.

I know I  want to honor, to never forget, ....I want it to be also alive with me.
To Laugh loud, attack hard at the wrong time, to have the perfect season and stand on the podium time and time again.   Just to be alive and do battle,....and it all be with me, part of me.

Shit, there is stuff all over Philadelphia, stones plaques, fountains, tall statues... of people, events battles,  I'll never feel or know.  Forgotten.

Tomorrow, I think I'm gonna pedal out to see the battle ground, where the Marquis de Lafayette
helped save our ass.  It's and easy ride, drop down the hill, into the wiss.  up forbidden drive to the end, left on the rd, right at the end, pop out on church lane.  There it is, at the church, the spot.

                                                 the young frenchie,   Yo Layfayette, thank you!

shit I am enjoying my vacation, Cheers!  dlowe