ageless

the wind carried me to the stables and the hill before my hill I'd use for todays interval work.
I was pretty charged up and ready to roll.  But I stopped to reinforce my purpose, the intent, to sit and ponder and make sure I put in the best, full, deep effort into these intervals ahead of me.

some songs from the new teenage fanclub's latest, yep I'm a big fan, I have everthing by them.  I tried to listen
sitting on this bench.

I got thur one song, and contemplated one thought; how in riding age does'nt matter.  That I get as much from a younger one, that has no fear, as I do from the most raced season vet. who never panics.

Total time of sit and think, about 2 minutes. then down the hill to the hill.

Intervals can be a funny thing.  I hit the first one, and not 1/2 way in I was in a quitting way.  Thats what makes it a good interval right, wanning to quit?

got the set down.

and the next two.

Now sitting on the porch, sipping a cold coke and listening to.... you know... Stereolab... done and just enjoying the breeze.

Red

prepping my legs and building my mind for cross

starts at the core

the soul.

Los Natas

My blood is running again.

I've been making some of the morning rides with the motley crew to laugh and pedal and open it up a bit, I hit the coffee shop and then my intervals with music again pounding away with galacier size motivation.

             I lost a bet and I've been searching for socks, Phillies socks to pay off the bet.  I found some

I'm not sure they will fit the large souls that Todd has.

and food, red, and picked fresh on the ride

Thanks to MaxImin Max, for pointing out the bounty I've been riding by.

cheers warriors, dlowe.

disambiguation

I sit trying to disambigulize my day.  I won't have any luck, I pretty much knew that when my eyes first popped open this morning.  I felt like doing a majestic ride/race.  I raced, attacked, sat in, worked hard, but still no single purpose.   I should put this in a race log,: "felt weird."   

post race stops coming down the turnpike, Maple Acres Farm

Whole foods beer, pizza and growler fill.

Friday night was a fine night, sat in the park and chatted with Lee.

all in all this stuff rattles away in the brain looking for its nook of purpose.

cheers, I shall toast you with some Duchesse  De Bourgogne.

d.

On-Kilter

I was covered with grime, two showers worth.    In hand I have some cheap beer from Seattle, thats got pretty good form.  Pike's Scotch  "Kilt Lifter ruby ale".    I made the quick stop in DE for beer, how can I not, PA sucks for consumer beer buying. 

My shoes sat at the base of another bed.

drinks

an off-kilter dinner discussion.

but very interesting, that included the opinions of our Mongolian Morman Waitress.

and just as many of you, in the heat.  I like the heat.  I don't mind the water that seaps from the skin, the tightness of the heat.

My fancy styled placebo room.

a bit off-kilter:

chill, d.