Thursday
Yet again, another one hour ride. Actually, I managed to break the one hour mark with a hefty 1:15. I needed extra recovery after that effort. The legs weren’t there on this ride and I sunk like a rock every time the road point up, even slightly. I ended up make this ride my commute because I didn’t get up early enough, so I was carrying my bag which changes things alittle bit, but shouldn't be this much. I did avoid one hill by taking a paved path on the old trolley line in Princeton and then cutting through via another MUT. Both paths were in various states of disrepair and on my cross bike it was alittle jarring. Maybe I will put tubeless tires on this bike.:hmmm: I was running alittle later than expected too, so I took the canal to my work and the entire canal was covered bank-to-bank with fog about 5’ high. I took a picture below but it didn’t capture how cool it looked or how thick the fog was. It was another cool morning.
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/52960987
Upon arriving to work, I found that the gym was not open yet (now we here it will open on Monday, annoying!) and I did not have a shower, nor did I have wipes of any sort, so it was a stinky day for me. I could only wipe off with my towel and apply deodorant to mask any funk, which we know doesn’t really work and ends up creating a smell all its own. In the summer I would have surely grabbed a company car and went home to shower, but with the cooler temps, I didn’t sweat like crazy, so I think I was ok not to shower. My hair did look like a greasy mess though.
The ride home was wet, really wet. I had fitted new fenders to this bike on Wednesday night, but I took them off since I didn’t want to succumb to them just yet. It would not have mattered since it was pouring anyways but it was the first cold rain for me this season.
Today
No riding since the not having a shower at work just makes it annoying to ride, shower at home and then come to work. It is only because I am used to the routine and changing it is annoying. We have our last breast cancer event tonight in Philly so alittle extra sleep this morning was not a bad thing.
This weekend
Tomorrow is a longer ride, which I have been itching for. I was going to do the 6 mile double TT, but the trail conditions may keep me away, it would leave me pressed for time and I am not sure I want to do the whole first lap in the dark. I am thinking a hilly ride in PA in honor the Covered Bridges ride I will be missing on Sunday will be in order. Sunday has the potential for a slightly longer ride as well.
The office condition
On top of Norm’s thread talking about some old music and such, it made me think about a conversation I had last Friday with one of our new entry level employees, which is 23. I didn’t have a first impression of her relating to what kind of music she listened to but if someone would have asked, I would have said country. Anyways, last week she asked if I could hear the music she was playing at her desk, and I responded “no”. I followed that up with, “what are you listening too” to which she responded “incubus” to which I responded “sorry to hear that”. So next she asked (and she wasn’t trying to be funny about it, totally serious) she says “what kind of music does you listen to, like folk music?” to which I responded “folk music?, are you f’ing kidding me, FOLK music!”. I really set her ass straight by telling her a bunch of hardcore/post hard core and punk bands she never even heard of that I did or once listened too.
Folk music, seriously?
I mean jesus, look at the angst on my face below as I played the drums in a sound proof room in the basement of a dorm freshman year. Does that look like we are playing folk music to you?
Man, I am a badass.
In a professional office nothing is as it seems. Except for 95% of the people in the office, who really are exactly how they are in the office, especially when you work in an engineering office. It is tough though to define yourself even in a casual office. Even though I am one of the more causal dressers in our office, when I walk in Halters at lunch, I look like a tool with my polo shirt and khakis. With that said, I still don’t know where the hell folk music came from. That was almost as bad when one of the girls in the office thought I played golf.
I guess none of this really matters though as long as you are true to yourself
(I can barely write that without laughing).
This conversation I had did get me thinking about the former versions of myself and how they have added (or take away) from the present me. While I am not going to go down that road right now, I will present some riding pictures comin’ at ‘cha from 97. The start of riding trials on an 18” GT avalanche with what looks like a 200mm stem. Good time, good f’ing times.