03.04.05 - friday night ride

was a cold and dreary ride - much suffering in this short ride.

for some odd reason, 4 inches of wet snow did not deter me from riding the trails, but after 2.25 hours of fighting just to keep upright and riding in middle ring, i had enough.

got home, squirted some lube on my surly k-monkey and hit the rollers.

1 hour later, starbucks and hammergel in me -- i am good as new.

it is rides like today that makes 2am at whistler just a little bit easier.

here is a couple of rules to live/ride by:
1. if it doesn't kill you, it only makes you stronger
2. to run with the big dogs, you have to get off the porch
3. you must teach your body to suffer
4. never doubt yourself

i heard a story today on the radio - it was from NPR. the iditarod is about to start. 1100 miles. it's cold. it's long. without even knowing the details about it, enduro freaks can kind of relate. you are on your own, one on one -- you against the world.

and one of the competitors is BLIND. yep, read that again. BLIND.

go back up to rule number 4 up above. read it again. and again. and again.

now you know what i am thinking about 14 hours into a 24 hour event.

sologoat out