Letting the good days make my plan, letting the bad days make my rest. All part of the plan, remember, it's March and I'm not catching a check for this.

Early usually is better than later. Just remember to sleep the night before.

I forget where I found that. I like it. It makes me smile in ways jokes don't. This summer I hope to break myself into many pieces in ways I haven't done that much of before. Try to overextend a little more than you normally would and see what the body does.

Better?

I don't care about a ton of the things, they could fit on a list, on a very small piece of paper.

No gloves today. It was that nice.

Thank you

I want to thank whoever put the map where it is.

Whoever has the control of the sky, for making it clear today.

Didn't pave every road in Boulder County.

Clean and also dirty, the way it should be.

Break

I have the weight of the winter fading and spring is getting closer.

Little chunks of goodness are getting pushed out of the slush, the ice still wants to grab my feet, wheels,

Anything it can to get a hold and pull me down.

List

Sometimes I get a little off balance, the food, the training, oh yeah, family stuff. Shift it all to one side and the ship lists, keep it all in the middle and hopefully I don't go under water. Food as a metaphor; good stuff in good stuff out, the 2 times weekly candy may fix short term, but long run? Dicey, at best. Maybe I should switch 100% to Clif Bars, less guilt, but that takes away my best training tool. Oddly this shit show isn't getting harder to produce, easier in some ways. I just need to carve out of my block my own little sculpture, all it takes is time and all it costs is calories.

Up Stream

I feel pretty uneasy today, not sure why, it's this odd sinking feeling. Like I'm only treading water and at any point the current could pull me under. Like I missed something major, not quite sure what it is that's haunting me but I know where it lingers and what it does. Maybe fatigue is playing tricks with my head. The next thing to get done is just out of reach. I don't entirely mind, I have the lines in my head; the intersections mapped out enough to give me a few minutes of pause each time I arrive at the next. The nervouse energy is channeled elsewhere and needs to end up on the pedals or on the skis. Nothing else.

Squeeze

On the left and the right it gets tighter all the time. I'd like the bike and the skis to come with a tool kit to carve out more time. A special implement that gave an hour or more but worked. Kept the sides clean and the middle clear.

Afterglow

At some point this week I will fall off the wagon and eat really bad food. As the time and intensity piles up the blow off valve in a nasty sandwich. My own way of making sure I'm nothing more than a club cyclist, though one who works his ass off to be thoroughly mediocre.