Yesterday was a much needed distraction from pre-MOMAR stress and a welcome escape from the drama that has populated my reality for most of the summer. Funtimes definitely and woke up this morning feeling slightly off but otherwise unscathed. Time to put on the game face and my nose to the grindstone.
Mother nature is doing her best to throw a wrench into my efforts however, with a cougar lurking on Ross-Durrance road (already guilty of killing 9 goats
….) and two bears in the area. I am headed to MEC for some additional protection….a bear bell, and hmmmm suddenly the idea of carrying a weapon doesn't seem so barbaric anymore. I want to ride, not be a snack for some hungry animal….I am not pro gun, but I am pro me and I want to live to ride another day.
The thought of having to pack heat on a ride just doesn't sit well…annoyed and not wanting to play chicken on the road bike I am faced with what to do?? Hmmmmm
So in classic procrastination I decide to clean the house. I know a key part of race preparation is rest, but I cannot help but feel guilty every time I look at the calendar and realize that it is Sept 9th…I am running out of time. Maybe braving the steroid monkeys will be the safest training method today. I really wish I had someone to ride with…