Life On Two Wheels

Along the river and toward the mountains a morning shadow shimmers across the road. The rays of the first light jet through the trees and across a figure gliding upon the road. His breath trails in short spurts, petrified as it hits the icy air. All is quiet except the slight sound of the athlete as he summons himself for yet another days work. Soon the rest of the world will bustle with life as well and the brief simplicity of cyclist and nature will disappear into the everyday struggle of life in full motion; the errands and intervals, the appointments and intersections, and the deadlines and finish lines OutPaceTheRace

Friday, February 02, 2007

Training Camp

Julian, CA
Thursday, February 01, 2007

In becoming one with sport, perhaps it’s necessary to understand the relation between the natural environment and perseverance. I’ve discovered that though the world seems to continue in a logical, predictable manner, the ensemble of thought possesses the power to change the trajectory of logic. Based on the grounds that within the world there are many minds and a handful of subjects to be pondered, it inevitably follows that the course of thought among many minds at once will focus on the same thought at the same time. Given the power within the mind and the energy within the body, it is possible for a single thought within the minds of many to cause unrest in the atmosphere. Obviously this is the explanation for the atypical weather abounds ‘round here.
Since everyone’s thinking the same thing here, the weather continues to relent not. Fortunately we’re an open-minded lot, willing to sacrifice for the greater good & make a b-line for the desert. As strange as it may sound, the desert was quite nice, although a bit breezy. We went out and back, and when we got back to Julian, everyone was evidently weighing deeply on the most troubling of matters… probably about the unworthy bunch of cyclists clogging their roads like a band of outlaws.

Julian, CA
Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Whatever happened to “finishing on a good note?” It seems that as we approach the close of the camp, each day brings more strife. It’s one thing to be held up here in the Country Inn for 3 weeks, yet the circumstance takes an entirely different turn when the weather of Southern California becomes synonymous with that of the Pacific Northwest. Of course it hasn’t been so bad the whole time, but for it to reach such a state at the end of the camp is something of an untimely matter… for those accustomed to good weather. For me it’s not the end of the world, I just put it in PNW mode and hit the trainer for an hour and a half.

PNW- Pacific Northwest