10:15pm – Monday night. Morning swim on the far side of horizontal time ended by 6:00am scheduled Kings of Leon. I am uninspired to write, yet so inspired to express. Phil Liggett is on the far side of the living room commentating through a Lance Armstron recap/buildup for the Grand Tour’s start this weekend. I had too much. Ben and Jerry’s that is – Pistachio Pistachio and Karamel Sutra – justified by the rest day emotions after a 32hour week – a rarity for my procrastinating self.
Well, lets reverse report. Ended the week with a local under ground mtb event, called the Chickadee, covering my favourite trails – 50miles (I’m Americanized?) 4h51 thereof. The start was close enough to close the garage door 2min prior to scheduled start. Took time nursing the bruises over the first few mountains before finding rhythm in the last 90min; encouraging rhythm that is. Felt great, great enough to have me totally anti-social all afternoon and in bed by 730pm.
But that after watching the pretty Princess doing a dance recital in the Truckee commuity Hall. Although I only had one I open, I could tell she was a star – to me anyway.
Saturday was spent exploring trails with Gia on the long run, a magical swim up Donner Lake, pushing well in open water – so different – doing 25min without turn respite. Had Gary paddle-boarding alongside me (find the Clip on Facebook) for company, and a friend from San Fran in the water somewhere… Sunny summer lounging by lake turned to taking John up and over the 06, down me beloved Missing Link and Western States. Once over the handlebars for John was less damage than expected… Hairy like scary riding that max’s my Specialized Epic’s travel entirely.
One step back was a stellar swim with Allison in Donner too. Each breath is blue skies, pine trees and freedom – as good as swimming will ever get. Earlier freedom had taken Gary and I round lake Tahoe – something I’d wanted to do for the past two years. A truly magical, arguably my greatest road ride of all time. We uttered not a word, bar the Jamba Juice stop half way round. It was strange being able to ‘see’ an entire long ride. Round the lake sounds deceptively flat… Hurt accentuated by our masochistic team time trial. Plenty fun. Especially for a rest day…
Thursday started at the local track, a gravel one, doing a pyramid littered with oxygen deprivation. But its leg speed I need running wise, and this was one of the steps towards it. Gasped through some 100′s in the afternoon pool swim, before 10×3′ hill repeats on the road bike in the evening sunlight.
Wednesday, well, now I’m properly scratching my now neither long nor short hair. And you’re probably fading on the skimming. Mmm. Some training of sort and local Blues at Music in the Park, after seeing Ella perform at her play school.
Tuesday was neat. Swim in the morning, steady run, and two big climbs (20min a piece) up the old Donner Pass. Monday was mellow, swim swim swim, bike bike bike, and run run run, eat, sleep, while trying to figure why I stayed out so late on Saturday. Always seems worse 2 days later…
Aha. I feel relieved having all that off my chest. Alas.
Crazy finish at the Hy-Vee Triathlon. Congrats to Will for his 11th. Worth watching the clip on triathlon.org.
Regrettably down to 8days left in Truckee. Still need to run DL Bliss, ride Hole in the Ground, eat at Donner Kitchen (only kidding), and experience a 4th of July up here… Now after 11pm and Alexandre Vinokourov has just launched… Phil and Paul doing their nut.
Messy, but this is my dream. And I’m living it. I hope you’re reading this chasing yours?
