Originally this was supposed to be a post about bicycling, and getting my ass handed to me in 80 degree weather yesterday morning. However, it rapidly became about something else altogether (and also took me a full day to write ( Read more... )

In my opinion, one of the signs of maturity is when you've reached the size and strength to be able to break your toys, but you've also developed the self-restraint to put them down instead of flinging them against the wall.

I'm not feeling very mature today.

I was dreaming about training because I knew I had to wake up and go immediately to class this morning, and I still don't know how I did on my test so it's On My Mind. Now, being the unemplo^W full time musician that I am, the alarm clock has been used maybe 3 times in the last 6 months, so I am not accustomed to its sound. When it went off, I hit ( Read more... )

On Wednesday, I rode the bike out to Mary's place in western Massachusetts. I haven't been on my bike for a trip like that in a Really Long Time. It was only 2 hours, but I've either been racing and not taking trips at all, or I've borrowed someone else's bike for anything over about 35 miles (Dane's YZF 600 for the Canadian Assault in 2000, and ( Read more... )

Mary and I got to train with MASS last night. He was a lot... quieter... than he has been in previous classes. Now, maybe it's because he's been acquiring clue slowly, but it's more likely that it's because Mary was leading warmups and said, "This isn't supposed to hurt. If it hurts you, you're doing it wrong." in response to his grunting and ( Read more... )