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Not really. It is November after all. After the 4+ hours on Saturday, yesterday I went out for 2 and 3/4 at a relatively easy pace. Avg HR 128, max 161. I am pleased with that data as I felt quite fast, faster into the wind than with it actually? I might've been bonking on the way home just a lil as I hadn't really eaten that much. There was so little wind, but I went against it anyway, up to Webster and then over to Lonsdale and home through Dundas. Just a great day.
out my window:
Today however, I've got my work cut out for me:
So all I've got between me and thanksgiving break is a 6-8 page research paper on the book (Oroonoko) pictured above. It's due wednesday and I'm about 25% done. I've got another to write over break, but overall I'm in pretty good shape for the end of the year.
Back to task I guess
So sean and were almost hit by a red truck today.
A good example:
We also rode for 4 hours and 20 from Nfield to Cannon City, Nerstrand, Wanamingo, past Cannon Falls, through Cannon Falls, Randolph, and then home. The day started out from Mike's Bikes, with the Bill and Dave from the Nfld Bike Club as well as Finn. We started off going south despite a northwest wind. Sean was late and ended up getting motorpaced out to us by Ben on his way to Milltown Cycles. Pace was moderate, it was base. Bill sprinted for the Nerstrand Sign and then doubled back. he got Sean, Finn, and I. I though I'd lead out for the stop-ahead sign and then just burned up the legs. oh well. Sean and I rolled on 246, through the back part of the conference course and then north on 1. After turning back on 25, we heard the squeal of locked up tires on pavement. Then an old red dodge truck with three men wearing an assortment of blaze orange drove angrily past. They glowered at us. Cheekily, I gave them the bird for a good 15 to twenty seconds which prompted another squeal of rubber. Two of the them got out and started using the f-word at us. Rude. Sean rolled up to me on the phone with the police immediately and they drove off in a off. Phew. Hopefully they got picked up for road rage...
From that point on, every red truck we saw was a nervous experience. Sean didn't pee on two successive attempts just because of it. At least our sympathetic nerve systems had kicked in and our legs both felt great after the encounter.
Just before getting onto Northfield Blvd., I sprinted/spun out for the stop ahead sign and then Sean just dropped me hard after we turned onto the road. I had no response and let him go. I was more than a little fatigued, so I took a good 1/2 hour cool down.
The man who put 5 minutes into me:
A good, epic ride. Then ate, napped, ate and like a wild college student, am going to embark on upon one or two or maybe three different papers tonight.
ciao
Supppose it is time to restart this old beast. To come out of the off-season. over the past few months since school has started, I've been riding sporadically/as much as possible with an emphasis on my school work. shortly before the halfway point of october, I took 10 days off as a complete rest. Then at the beginning of november, I raced my first 'cross race here on St. Olaf's college campus.
A none-too-glorious shot of me at the run-up
This is the run-up we were faced with, Thorson Hill.
I took 7th in the C field, yes I was sand-bagging but I had never raced 'cross nor had I been training at all really. Jake beat Sean in the collegiate race and was crowned Div II conf. champ. Last week it was 75 on wednesday and I put in 3.5 hours on my favorite loop up through hampton, over to lakeville and then south on dodd rd. Friday we got six inches of snow. As such, I've mounted the aero bars and it's trainer time now. If I could only leave the damn thing in the closet all winter...
