So this Saturday I turn 41 and go non-stop for the weekend. Friday night Stacie and I hit Lucky Strikes in the P&L for some bowling and good times w/ the Centurians. Naturally I spend a lot of time hanging out with Walt from 360 Racing, b/c, uh, well we both like to race bikes and talk about how awesome we are! Really swank with nice couches to lounge in the alley pits. My skillz are not quite up to Jesus Quintana, but hey, I bowl twice a year. A fresh later of snow greets us afterward; my visions of a monster Sat am MTB ride are crashing down, but hope springs eternal.
Dutcher calls Sat am and luckily he's got the mojo so WE ARE ON! SMP has a nice 1 inch or so of powder and we're the first on so conditions are pretty decent for a very solid near two hour ride. Dutcher just built up a classic 2006 Epic frameset, returning to our/ his glory days of riding one of the greatest bikes ever made. We encounter Studnicki on the trail and shoot the breeze on our last lap. The Polar Plunge people are out there in shorts jumping in the semi-frozen lake...and I thought I was hard core.
Colin takes me to the College Hoops experience at the Sprint Center which is super cool...again, I have zero skillz left on the hardwood. Colin smokes me in some one-on-one on six foot goals. I took my revenge in pop-a-shot. Good time.
Saturday evening TLux from BLVD produces some fine Smokestacks for the big game, including the Collaboration Imperial Pilsner from Jean Rock. I sample my first Templeton Rye; impressed and getting dialed.
"A double rock 'n' rye, and... seven Carlings. Otis! My man! You girls come here often?"
Luckily the Hawks pull it out in overtime as I nearly suffer the season's first heart attack.
Sunday is the GroundHog Run; no trouble peeling outta bed but a little ragged to crank it up having done zero running speed work. Surprise BT is there with Becky. The Biz Journal crew Dre and Terry, my Teammates Susie and (non-running lazy) Rob Schultz, and coworker Ann so its a great time hanging out in a cave on a Sunday morning. I manage to rip a PR shaving nearly a minute off last year. 41 ain't so bad.
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If you think 41's good, hang onto your socks. I have a feeling the ride just gets wilder here for a while.
ReplyDeleteRe the big game: ask yr coworker Courtney what she was yelling at Sherron Collins.
I just can't believe that we are getting old dude! You are 41 and I am not too far behind... ugh! Nevertheless, we can still ride our bikes fast and hard. Good times still to be had!
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