"I don't want to read your blog.Just tell me how your day was."
(I found this cartoon over at "really bike-y".)
Well, the Susitna 100 is in the bag. Congratulations to all the finishers, and a big, lazy high-give to Jeanne and Pete, my brothers in arms in our hedonistic race for sloth and comfort. Sure, Jill might send us all e-mail bombs after she reads through all our smart-ass posts, but we were here for her and all the others. And I mean here for them. Right in our chairs, sittin' on our soft, chamois-free asses.
The real test of relaxation is still ahead of us. The Iditarod Trail Invitational starts Saturday. It's for the gonzo crowd. My friend Adam will be racing in it—350 miles up the Iditarod trail to the village of McGrath—and he expects some moral support from the rest of us. His exact words were, "I hope to God you and your fellow bloggers can drink us 350ers to the finish line."
My fellow Americans, if that's not a call to duty, I don't know what is.
Damn, 350 miles? That might require a Camelbak full of booze, and a bike helmet for the staggerin' trips to the can. I'm old. I'm slow and weak. Adam knows; he's ridden with me. I'll just have to pace myself for the long haul.
By the way, is it possible to take out a rehab-insurance policy?
The real test of relaxation is still ahead of us. The Iditarod Trail Invitational starts Saturday. It's for the gonzo crowd. My friend Adam will be racing in it—350 miles up the Iditarod trail to the village of McGrath—and he expects some moral support from the rest of us. His exact words were, "I hope to God you and your fellow bloggers can drink us 350ers to the finish line."
My fellow Americans, if that's not a call to duty, I don't know what is.
Damn, 350 miles? That might require a Camelbak full of booze, and a bike helmet for the staggerin' trips to the can. I'm old. I'm slow and weak. Adam knows; he's ridden with me. I'll just have to pace myself for the long haul.
By the way, is it possible to take out a rehab-insurance policy?
6 comments:
Oh man...is there no rest for the weary?
It's gut-check time, baby!
I don't know if my liver will hold up to another full weekend of relaxation. I think I peaked last week!
A co-worker of mine is heading up to be part of the support team for musher Gary Paulsen -- we're all tuned-in for live updates, blog entries, etc. Going to be fun!
plus Tim will defend his status in the Slippery Stud Slutz, aka Frigid Bits Cham pee in shipz Race on Saturday evening ! I hope he doesn't bonk out !
Bonk? Bonk?! I don't ride fast enough to bonk!
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