Wanting to take it easy and actually following that desire is difficult when you're a cyclists. Monday night rides at Thomson Trails can be easy or the extreme and there's not much in between. If you take it "easy", you might as well be sweating in the parking lot drinking a cold beer for all the easy riding you're actually doing. Having lost a significant amount of my aerobic capacity since knee surgery, I really need to be pushing it hard on mtb and road rides if I stand a snowball's chance in hell of actually doing well at Santos Labor Day weekend. Lacking some self discipline for sure...........
Jesse, aka Flipper, said he was going to do an easy lap since no-one wanted to ride hard and I agreed that it would be cool with me. Did I mention how fast Jesse has gotten of late? The dude can haul ass!! I'm sure he's not punishing me on purpose, well..........maybe, but it was difficult to stay on his wheel last night. Couple that with a front deraileur that I adjusted the wrong way and it makes for some real pain on the trail. After having my chain drop twice, having to chase back on even harder to catch Jesse, and then having the chain come off a third time really had my blood pressure and temper off the chain. I was suffering, which makes you pissed about everything including the atmosphere not having enough oxygen to make the pain go away, and the chain problem was the straw I could no longer bear. Cussing was hear across the valley. I nearly threw my bike against a tree. Two year olds have nothing on a man touching 40 years when it comes to tantrums.
But...................I have no-one to blame but me and the truck was only a short 5 minute ride out of the woods. Excuses, excuses, etc. etc. Suck it up, and toughen the F%#K up!!!
Hello. My name is Shane, and I'm a whiner.
We all gathered after the ride for pizza, a cold brew, and great conversation as usual. We also decided on our team name for the 13 Hours of Santos: in honor of Jesse, our good friend, fellow rider, cancer survivor, and cycling aerobatic extraordinaire ~ TEAM FLIPPER.
Jesse, aka Flipper, said he was going to do an easy lap since no-one wanted to ride hard and I agreed that it would be cool with me. Did I mention how fast Jesse has gotten of late? The dude can haul ass!! I'm sure he's not punishing me on purpose, well..........maybe, but it was difficult to stay on his wheel last night. Couple that with a front deraileur that I adjusted the wrong way and it makes for some real pain on the trail. After having my chain drop twice, having to chase back on even harder to catch Jesse, and then having the chain come off a third time really had my blood pressure and temper off the chain. I was suffering, which makes you pissed about everything including the atmosphere not having enough oxygen to make the pain go away, and the chain problem was the straw I could no longer bear. Cussing was hear across the valley. I nearly threw my bike against a tree. Two year olds have nothing on a man touching 40 years when it comes to tantrums.
But...................I have no-one to blame but me and the truck was only a short 5 minute ride out of the woods. Excuses, excuses, etc. etc. Suck it up, and toughen the F%#K up!!!
Hello. My name is Shane, and I'm a whiner.
We all gathered after the ride for pizza, a cold brew, and great conversation as usual. We also decided on our team name for the 13 Hours of Santos: in honor of Jesse, our good friend, fellow rider, cancer survivor, and cycling aerobatic extraordinaire ~ TEAM FLIPPER.
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