Ok, not so fat, but I do seem to be putting some pounds on. Somewhere. I don't look any bigger, yet I've been training some. I hit the scale at 189 this morning, which is the highest I've been in months. I'm a little concerned, but more concerned about my weak legs at this point. I have a feeling if I get the legs in shape, that some of that weight should come off too.
The KC cyclocross calendar looks very light for the first few weeks compared to last year. I think it was mid-Sept when the Swope race was, and that isn't on the calendar. The first big local race that I see is our Manion's race, and I'm sitting that one out to raise money for World Bicycle Relief.
Speaking of World Bicycle Relief, if you haven't checked it out or donated, please look at the link on the right side of my page. If you think that enabling people to have a better living in Africa sounds appealing, then please donate. It would mean a lot to me and even more to the benefactors of your donation. It's really life changing, and the charity is ran very efficiently, which is also important to me.
Now back to my sweaty lameness. The pic to the right is my shirt after riding to work this morning. Kinda gross. It looks like I'm lactating. Maybe. If my nipples were 5 inches closer to each other. Whatever. Moving on.
Obviously I've been procrastinating over blogging. I was going good there for awhile, and then material started piling up, and I got overwhelmed and crawled under my desk and wept quietly. So let's see if I can regurgitate this with both brevity and humour.
Last Tuesday is where we left off, I believe. This was after my mildly-disastrous weekend ride. So I rode to work, then rode to a group ride, did the group ride, and then rode home. I will say it surprised me how dark Mission Road gets at night. My headlamp died just as I turned on to my street. Quiet fortuitous. That blew my legs out, and they were tired little doggies after that.
On Thursday I did my last street run before the North Face Endurance Challenge 5k I did with my sister and B-I-L. I actually ran two miles non-stop, at a decent for a non-runner pace. I felt good coming into the race.
Sunday was the race, and I did pretty well. I took 65th out of 388, with a time of 28:58. I had a goal to beat 30 minutes, which had no factual basis. That was nice. I was surprised how well I paced myself, and that I ran the whole time. The winner had a freakish time of 17:23. I figure it wouldn't be too tough to shave a minute/mile off, which would have put me at 25th. Of course, by that time, I'd be running a 10k. The race was one of the best events I've ever attended, and the definite highlight was the Mich Ultra refresher towel. At first we thought they were margarita bags, since you pulled them out of a icy cooler, but upon opening them, it was a nice, ice-cold wet towel that you could wipe all the sweat grime off your face and body. That was awesome. Little things like that go a long way. The race tee was pretty kick ass too.
My sister and BIL did a great job, and ran hard. I am very proud of them. It's no easy feat to run 3 miles. If it was, everyone would do it. I think Meg is enjoying the running, as she was prodding me to do the Waddell and Reed with her. If my bike legs weren't so bad, I'd consider. But I have a finite amount of time to train, and it'd be best served focusing on my goal of doing well in CX this year.