Morning weigh-in (Wednesday): 173#, 11% BF
Morning weigh-in (Thursday): 175.5#, 10.5% BF
Took a rest day yesterday, and had the monthly Chain Gang meeting at Joe & Cindy's house. It was actually a really good time (I'm not surprised or anything, a pleasant evening was what I expected but it was still nice), killer food and conversation. Saw Bryan Klein, who showed up on his new motorcycle.
Solaris: If there is other life in the universe, how would we recognize it, and how would we communicate -- what would we even say to each other?
Tonight was the gym, and dinner was salad with pita & babaganouj. I'm going out to catch a band at Which Brew in a bit, but wanted to eat healthy here at home first.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
PPRAC Stories: Bill
I have a few photos of him, but this shot by my friend Hans is the best one I found.
Bill's son is a testicular cancer survivor, and in the course of his son's illness and treatment, Bill became involved with an online support group. Needless to say, he became very close to a lot of people struggling with this disease, and with their families.
Every night after dinner, he would announce that he was riding for a particular person the next day: someone who survived, or was still undergoing treatment, or maybe someone who didn't make it. He would wear a LiveStrong shirt, and have everyone sign it, and after the ride he was sending the shirts to these people or their families.
There were a lot of true athletes on this ride; Bill was a decent rider but he was not one of the hotshots gobbling up the miles like they were nothing. Especially on the tough days he rode on pure heart.
He definitely earned my respect, I'm proud to just know what he did.
Bill's son is a testicular cancer survivor, and in the course of his son's illness and treatment, Bill became involved with an online support group. Needless to say, he became very close to a lot of people struggling with this disease, and with their families.
Every night after dinner, he would announce that he was riding for a particular person the next day: someone who survived, or was still undergoing treatment, or maybe someone who didn't make it. He would wear a LiveStrong shirt, and have everyone sign it, and after the ride he was sending the shirts to these people or their families.
There were a lot of true athletes on this ride; Bill was a decent rider but he was not one of the hotshots gobbling up the miles like they were nothing. Especially on the tough days he rode on pure heart.
He definitely earned my respect, I'm proud to just know what he did.
The S-word
Morning weigh-in: 174#, 10% BF
Rode tonight after work with Greg and Rich, lightning pace at Sals. I felt better than I did Sunday, and way better than last Wednesday's Sals ride, but I can tell I'm still tired. I also think I have a sinus problem a-building, which I'm handling with Mucinex. (Sudden weight loss, fatigue, colds: it all adds up to overtraining, which, in the absence of any recent formal "training," is probably just the aftermath of PPRAC. It beats the other reason some of my friends are tired lately -- there seems to be an epidemic of Lyme Disease among Lehigh Valley mountain bikers right now, especially those frequenting Sals and South Mountain. DEET is your friend.)
The Situationists: Still reading Babylon's Burning, and finally -- though you could feel it building to this -- someone finally mentioned the S-word. Situationist.
Monday, August 13, 2007
PPRAC Stories: Kelly
Pretty girl, young but not the youngest person on the ride, she was a rock-solid rider with a core of iron... This was her second PPRAC ride, and I'd heard that she'd had some rough events in her life in the two intervening years ( this article talks about her brother and why she's participating), but when she got up one day after dinner and started talking about her big brother, how he stuck up for her when they were kids and how he'd passed away, only ten weeks before the ride, there wasn't a dry eye in the house.
Marching Around Breathing Deeply
Morning weigh-in: 175#, 11% BF
Fatamy: I can't find a link, but I saw in the paper that Tatamy is now outlawing skateboards, unless you're on your own property or riding in an orderly fashion at the government-supplied skate park or something... My standard Drunken Rant (#4, "Skateboarding Saved The Youth Of America") may be inserted here; I'll just note in passing that Tatamy is also the town where that "Road Raging Driver Assaults Cyclist" guy lives, and rename the town Fatamy. So long, fatsos!
OK, pot kettle black but at least I'm out there working it, and also not making it illegal for those kids to pursue fitness on their own terms...
Anyway, saw the "final show" of the Insidious Rays at the Funhouse on Friday, slacked off (for good reason) Saturday morning before hitting the gym & then MusikFest. Sunday I rode American Standard with a VMB dude named John. Last night was laundry, and dinner at Porters.
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