Slave to the Grind
Categories: Sermons
After weeks of painting, flooring, cleaning, boxing, swearing, bleeding, spilling beer, grunting, and being more grouchy than normal I have completed the relocation of TCOTBR world headquarters to a new fortified underground bunker in the West Utah Desert. This means I can get back on the bike on a regular basis. The last few weeks riding has mostly been a few quick jaunts while waitiing for something to dry. The Rev is slow and barely able to push The Big Ring!
I have been think though that I may be on to something. Usually my late winter/early spring is spent grinding out base miles in terrible weather or worse on a trainer. Now with my late start I can tick of the miles in shorts and a jersey. Shoe covers and thermal tights? No need. My master plan will have me lean, mean, and full of steam for ‘cross. A bit of MTB racing (1st trip to Downieville this year!) and a few short stage races on the road and I should be good. More riding will make for a happy Rev (and more importantly a happy soon to be Mrs Big Ring)
Soon to be Mrs. Big Ring?
I checked out Ms. Cieslewicz’s blog and she’s a major beauty. Does she know of your plans? A lot of guys could have similar dreams. Maybe we should let her know there is a possible stalker out there.
Of course, being a cyclist living life in the big ring, you would be quite a catch. Good luck.
Ha, yeah she knows and so far has not fled the country…
She is the only girl who yells at me for not riding enough, I knew I had to lock that down.