What am I doing here?
No clue really... just thought it would be neat to keep a slight journal of my record comeback to the wild world of Mountain Bike racing.
Most likely of course it shall be a lesson in Futility.
What got all this started you may ask... Well, a long time ago in a messed up world not so far from where I now stay, I used to race on the local MTB circuit. (from here on out, MTB, will stand for Mountain Biking, Mountain Bike, or some other similiar conotation - so enjoy).
At that point in my life I was about 215lbs, not the leanest, nor the meanest, but fairly competitive for my class - Clydesdale. I'll explain this term some other time. I managed one victory in my several year career before my hibernation, most times I finished in the top 3 in my class by years end, and if not definitly in the top 5. Competed in the 24 Hours of Canaan (Snowshoe, Timberline, whatever it is, as it will always be Canaan to me) several times. Had a lot of fun doing so.
2003
I fell upon hard times... Got a raise, a promotion, new house, semi family, and all the riding took a backseat to my new found HOME LIFE.
Well all that fell apart of course... you've seen it on Friends a 1000 times, guy moves in with girl, girl moves out. Eternal Bliss falls apart.
Enter 2007.
Same house, same money for the most part, new dog, different (BUT BETTER) girl, rusty bike, fat waistline, skyrocketing blood pressure, very little if any riding. My friends don't recognize me, but that doesn't matter because I can't keep up with them. (not that I ever really could but you know)
Basically, I'm a bloated warthog. I've spent the last 4 years basically drinking beer, eating at buffett bars, and not exercising.
Over those years, I have tried to get back into things. But as one can see I guess I wasn't too into it.
Well this is a new year, and a new goal, and well most likely, just another failure. But something's different..
One, I'm serious... at 250lbs. BP 158/95, I'll die. LOL. I like to eat, and if I don't exercise I can't. I also like to enjoy Beer. LADIES AND GENTS...BEER DOES NOT HELP. - BUT IT IS FUN -Thus I have to ride more.
Two, this journal, blog, may help the motivation factor, it may not. But I hope to keep it up to date ever other day, every day, or at the least a Week's summary.
Will anyone read? Well I haven't told anyone yet as of 1.4.07 - NO ONE KNOWS. Or at least NO ONE THAT KNOWS ME KNOWS!!! lol
Three... I'm sick of my better half reading me the amusing stories of the "Fat Cyclist". some other blogger who at 149lbs is not FAT!!! I'm fat.. I'll eventually give you pictures to prove it. Anyhow, this dude has reached some famous notoriety by claiming to be what I am and what he evidently is not. Come on - he did the Leadville 100... how can he be fat? But his writings are funny, and well thats probably the secret to his success and the failure to mine.
Well that's the prelude....
Hopefully the postlude will not be tomorrow.....
Till then....
Most likely of course it shall be a lesson in Futility.
What got all this started you may ask... Well, a long time ago in a messed up world not so far from where I now stay, I used to race on the local MTB circuit. (from here on out, MTB, will stand for Mountain Biking, Mountain Bike, or some other similiar conotation - so enjoy).
At that point in my life I was about 215lbs, not the leanest, nor the meanest, but fairly competitive for my class - Clydesdale. I'll explain this term some other time. I managed one victory in my several year career before my hibernation, most times I finished in the top 3 in my class by years end, and if not definitly in the top 5. Competed in the 24 Hours of Canaan (Snowshoe, Timberline, whatever it is, as it will always be Canaan to me) several times. Had a lot of fun doing so.
2003
I fell upon hard times... Got a raise, a promotion, new house, semi family, and all the riding took a backseat to my new found HOME LIFE.
Well all that fell apart of course... you've seen it on Friends a 1000 times, guy moves in with girl, girl moves out. Eternal Bliss falls apart.
Enter 2007.
Same house, same money for the most part, new dog, different (BUT BETTER) girl, rusty bike, fat waistline, skyrocketing blood pressure, very little if any riding. My friends don't recognize me, but that doesn't matter because I can't keep up with them. (not that I ever really could but you know)
Basically, I'm a bloated warthog. I've spent the last 4 years basically drinking beer, eating at buffett bars, and not exercising.
Over those years, I have tried to get back into things. But as one can see I guess I wasn't too into it.
Well this is a new year, and a new goal, and well most likely, just another failure. But something's different..
One, I'm serious... at 250lbs. BP 158/95, I'll die. LOL. I like to eat, and if I don't exercise I can't. I also like to enjoy Beer. LADIES AND GENTS...BEER DOES NOT HELP. - BUT IT IS FUN -Thus I have to ride more.
Two, this journal, blog, may help the motivation factor, it may not. But I hope to keep it up to date ever other day, every day, or at the least a Week's summary.
Will anyone read? Well I haven't told anyone yet as of 1.4.07 - NO ONE KNOWS. Or at least NO ONE THAT KNOWS ME KNOWS!!! lol
Three... I'm sick of my better half reading me the amusing stories of the "Fat Cyclist". some other blogger who at 149lbs is not FAT!!! I'm fat.. I'll eventually give you pictures to prove it. Anyhow, this dude has reached some famous notoriety by claiming to be what I am and what he evidently is not. Come on - he did the Leadville 100... how can he be fat? But his writings are funny, and well thats probably the secret to his success and the failure to mine.
Well that's the prelude....
Hopefully the postlude will not be tomorrow.....
Till then....
