Sasquatch. Yeti. Red Beard. Cro-Magnon. These were all names I was called at the
Desert Rampage in St. George two Saturdays ago.
It seems I had forgotten to shave my face while shaving my legs in preparation for the first race of the 2009 season.
I did finally get around to shaving, but I seem to have
missed a few spots.
There’s not much more to say about my race. I prepared the way I usually do, (by going bowling on the Thursday before),
warmed up on the morning of the race, then relaxed until just before the start. I raced well and finished 12th out
of 27 pros and quasi-pros like me. I was
happy that I finished strong, my lap time on the fourth lap was only about a 90
seconds slower than my first lap time.
There are, however, a few things that need to be said about
Mags’ race on the same day. There were
18 sport women racing against her, and she beat every one of them. She was nervous at the start, but she has recently renewed her commitment to
the hooptedoodle training plan: ride your bike to work. She takes the commuter train to O-town every
day, then pedals her very heavy commuter bike from the train station three
miles up to the University where she works.
So when she gets on her lightweight mountain bike with
hand-me-down, gently worn in, and race proven parts she climbs like gas prices climb
in the summertime. I like to pretend
that I taught her how to climb, but unfortunately, that would also mean I’ve
taught her how to descend, and that’s like taking ethics lessons from an
Oh, there’s one more thing she’s been doing that helped her climb to the top of the podium. Remember how I tried to convince
people that you can in fact shop at Costco on your bicycle? Well, apparently I have at least one