Ummm, okay. I mean, I’m not quite ready for this weekend’s kickoff of the Southern Classic Series, specifically the Shootout On Anglers Ridge. Sure I’ve been “training”, but I still need more time. I haven’t really been able to get in the mileage I need to prepare for this weekend, so I’ll be racing with a combination of willpower and sheer luck. Yeah, it looks like I just don’t have Tiger Blood.
I know, I know. Everyone is talking about Charlie Sheen, so I guess I had to cave in too. Since I brought it up though, don’t you think that kid on the show grew up to be weird looking? I mean, he even has an odd name, Angus. Is he a steak made from the most popular breed of beef cattle, or next in line to sing vocals for AC/DC? And that Jon Cryer guy, doesn’t he do triathlons and stuff? Wait, where was I?
Oh yeah, talking about my upcoming race. I guess I’ll be okay, but my “training” hasn’t felt very good lately. I’ve recently started running again, and the combination of that, riding more, plus a long offseason layoff has made me hurt like I never have before. When I was riding with my mountain bike pals at the WWC da udda day, my legs were burning. After riding a while they loosened up, but they still hurt even today. I must be pushing myself too hard, but I don’t know what to do. I’ve even been extremely tired, even though I’m getting plenty of rest.
I spoke to Mr. Shepherd on Sunday, and he agreed that I needed a rest day. That’s exactly what I was doing. Riding in the truck 45 minutes one way to my mom’s house kept me off my feet, and I didn’t do anything physical when I got there. I needed a day of rest for sure, but I’m still hurting. I guess I’ll tone it down this week, and hopefully I’ll be ready for racing on Sunday. Oh how I miss the days of my youth, when I plenty of energy and didn’t bother with the necessary safety equipment. You know, like shoes and junk.
What a dork. Anyway, I’ll probably be talking about my upcoming race a lot during the rest of this week, so consider yourself warned. Hey, it’s either that or I bust out more pictures of myself as a carefree youth. Your choice.
