Latin (tem-pu̇s-ˈfü-git): Time Flies
It was a long, slow painful demise. First he went blind (lost his button eyes), then he suffered through a double amputation (both his stick arms fell off), but a remarkable surgical procedure managed to re-attach one of his arms. Then, he suffered a stroke (fell over), but made a good recovery for a few days and was up and about. But in the end the overwhelming sunshine and hot temperatures took him out and he layed down his life.
Snowman, we’ll miss you.
In my mind there is nothing more boring that riding a trainer indoors, alone. The time just drags on and on and on. Each tick of the clock seems like an eternity. I’ve tried watching TV, no help. I’m usually listening to a podcast which helps somewhat for the first 30-40 minutes and then I just want it all to be over.
I have one training DVD that I’ve used once a week since Christmas. It’s a one hour killer workout and the time seems to fly by, but you still want it to be over, but for another reason say like so you won’t throw up, or collapse in a heap on the floor. But there is this guy pushing you on. “hurry”, “don’t be last”, “earn you rest day”, it’s sort of a love hate relationship.
BTW, does anybody know someone who speaks Italian? I’m looking for somebody to help me pronounce “Vado troppo veloce per te?“.
Had a great ride at Icebike 12 today at The Forks. I did the usual Abominable class race which this year was 3 laps for ~15km. Turnout was lighter that usual. Not sure if it was the snowy conditionsor the Super Bowl or what. Lots of years it’s been much colder.
I was surprised that even after road riding late into the fall, and doing some workouts on the trainer, the 1st 1/2 lap was a killer. My legs were burning and I seemed to be sucking wind a bit. After that, I settled in and felt pretty good for most of the race.
The St. Boniface hospital side was the main challenge with all the fresh loose snow on the slope of the river bank. This section of the course required a little off the bike running which was just as fast as trying to ride it.
The other interesting spot was dropping down to the lower part of the trail after crossing the Provencher Bridge. The drop wasn’t too bad inspite of the loose show, it was that big rock half way down that was ready to greet anybody who lost control.
A good day all in all especially with Scott, Mandy, Shirley & friends cheering me on. It always helps the keep you pushing hard when you’re feeling like easing up. The results will be up later in the week, so we’ll see how I finished up them.
However, this was yet another year where I didn’t win a door prize! Dozens of prizes each year, 8 or 9 years of being in the race, and so far they have yet to pull my number. What’s up with that?
Ever wonder why we need it all? All that “stuff”? The mall is the perfect example of excess and catering to our desire for stuff. All in one place, more stuff than anyone can use, or afford. Perhaps that’s it, I’m frustrated and anoyed by being exposed to so much stuff that I’ll never have or use or enjoy or whatever.
Bookstores are the worst. Who reads all these books? Too many of every kind which makes it hard to decide between all the stuff that you can’t possible use or consume or enjoy. Frustration sets in and its easier just to walk away. Easier on the wallet too.
