The darkside

This summer is grinding out, and quickly too.  I started working with my cycling buddy Paul, he's the savannah version of Yozel (old hat at cycling & self employed handyman).  Luckily we're working indoors now.  Getting my sorry ass used to physical work is hard enough, adjusting to 90+ everyday will be another thing.  Cycling wise I'm doing well. Looks like the Cutters and I are winning the series thus far.  I had a nice dose of real racing this past weekend at the Low Country Challenge, a 3-event omnium.  Note to self: P-1-2 is way faster than Nestor Cup, and I still totally suck at road races but can manage alright in crits.  Something about road racing just destroys me.  This weekend I'll hit up the GA crit championship.  Man, i'm turning into a darksider again.

So we have a teammate called, well lets call him Flex. He's got an Ironman logo tattooed on his calf, so I won't need to describe him further.   He's a numbers guy, like most dorks who train with a powerWhomper or whatever.  The other week he calls boss and says he's had a good week of training and is probably back up to "72 or 73 percent."  Which is impressive, because only a week before at the Springfield race when I asked him how he was feeling/racing he said plainly "I'm only at 60%" which is an interesting answer to how'd yer race go fella?  So we're anxiously awaiting Flex moving from mere mortal into the 85% percentile and beyond.  Now if he could only learn to corner...

Comments

[burt_hoovis]

I am always appreciative when triathletes get those uber-cool iron man tattoos.

It allows you to identify the people who are most likely to crash you so much more easily.

Thanks,
burt

[your MOMMA]

Burt...people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones

[burt_hoovis]

What are you talking about? Your mom lives in a trailer...?

Thanks!
Burt