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Saturday, 04 August 2007

Thursday, 02 August 2007

  • The old Honda

    Just an update on progress:

    Climbed old la honda with some friends tonight.  Clocked in somewhere around 22:30 going prob. 85%.

    This, I would say, is quite decent for my first week back on the bike -- in fact it's only :45 slower than my fastest time this year (which, is still 2 minutes slower than my fastest time last year, indication itself that this year has to have been a fluke...).

    I'd like to see that time drop by 3 minutes in the next 4 months; a tall order for sure, but what have I got to lose (aside from a couple percentage points of fat)?

    Also, can I just say: I LOVE descending 84 -- not as fun, however, when you get stuck behind a mini van for 1/2 the descent and are unable to go around it because rush hour keeps a steady flow of traffic flying 'round the blind corners. 

  • (tre)c(h)arress

    the people freeze
    and I survive
    to cook their
    frozen corpses dry.

                            the blood that melts
                            will flavor the drink
                            the drink that all 
                            but I may buy.

                                                    and all who drink
                                                    their pain will grow
                                                    no strength to live 
                                                    no will to die.

                            a shadow forms
                            and cloaks their eyes
                            to hide from them 
                            the brazen lie.

    their world is gone
    and I survive.

               to keep from them,
               who live to die,
               the will to live
               the strength to die.

  • Comeback?

    So I'm starting up on the bike again after a 9 week hiatus.  I have no further aspirations for the rest of this season.  In fact, whether I have any aspirations even for next season will depend on how my form comes together over the next 4 months or so.

    I entered this season with high hopes.  Despite the failures and mistakes of my first year cycling, I had some truly awesome days on the bike, epic rides that hinted of great potential just awaiting its moment to burst forth. Cycling, like other endurance sports, is one of patience and committal, trial and error; wherewithal.  Success will not come over night but over the span of years -- meaning you can't enter the cycling scene and expect to be anywhere near your full potential without the dedication of a bare minimum 3 years.

    That being said, progress should still be steady if hard earned.  When you enter the sport, you can expect to see your most significant gains in the span of your first 6 months.  This is the time it takes for you to build up your oxygen carrying capacity and build up muscle strength and endurance.  At some point, you should reach a peak, then you'll plateau, and after a bit of rest (i.e. several weeks of long slow distance) you can once again begin your training cycle.  Following this pattern, every year should build on the progress of the last; you may enter each season slightly weaker than you ended the previous, with a reduced capacity for laying down the big watts, but you'll quickly regain your form and surpass your previous peaking point by a noteworthy margin. 

    With my second year cycling, I never surpassed my first's accomplishments.  Climbing saw me 10% slower than my best times of the previous year.  I felt strong on the flats, but not necessarily any stronger than the year before.  And as the season progressed I got weaker instead of stronger until I finally had only one hard effort per ride. 

    Which brings me to my 9 week hiatus.  I needed a break -- from the training; from the lack of results; from the waking up early to suffer; from the time commitment of riding 6x a week.  And for one reason or another, by body needed time to recover and repair.  So I've begun anew, with the purpose that the past 2 years shall not have been spent on the bike in vain.  But also with the hope that my time off, and some modifications to my diet (mainly an emphasis to get more iron) will put an end to the lethargic and energy drained sessions I experienced for so much of this year.

    My first goal, so far, has been to enjoy biking again.  Ultimate goal, however, is to regain my climbing legs.

    So if you're riding or driving up any of the benchmark climbs in the region, keep an eye peeled for me in my red spandex.
  • entrapment

    The dancers make me cry at night, dancing songs inside my head

    I follow them and become three, besides ourselves

                Communal grief

    I flee the three but do so knowing, in shape and face and name and style

                reflections stir, they are but me           

     

    They whisper gently in my ears and dialogue begins to flow

     

    We father lies to make you smile. And do so knowing all the while

    A mocking face the piercing eyes, hide from me

                That killing thrust, your shameless smile

     

    The dancers come and stay awhile.  They dance upon my unmarked grave

    At once Enclosed

                Entrapped

                 Confined

    I find within the means to lift, from me and you and all but three

    The pain, regret, that beckons me.  I leave the rest for those that follow


    who make their way and all the while, know the way but not the pain 

     

    For me to see them in this way, absolves all guilt all shame all sorrow

    Entrapped Confined they stay awhile but never seem to see

     

                me smile.