Ol' Curly thinks the world could learn somethin' from us racing folk... and sport folk in general. There's an awful lot of weight put on that 365 day cycle we call "a year". Even worse is the importance we put on things in base ten. Cripes... what difference does that make anyway? Us racing folks got it right the first time through... we base everything on "seasons"... like our ancestors "The Farmers" did. Have a crappy season? No problem.. there's always another one... or a different one.
When Ol' Curly is finally pushin' up the daisies, he wants his tombstone to read... "He made it through a helluva lot of seasons". Speakin' of which... I told Mrs. Curly last night that I'd probably live to the ripe old age of 100... that's my goal. I want to be able to move around (i.e. walk and ride my bike) and I want to live to 100... Nuthin' else. Now I'll let you interpret what 100 means, but just know that I waill make my goal.
So let me say that several "seasons" ago we had us an earthquake here... Most folks will tell you that it was terrible. Ol' Curly thought that was one of the best years ever. I'll tell you why. When it happened, Ol' Curlyy was a single man travelling through Italy and France. I happened to be in a Florence airport bar drinking some firewater when I saw the TV report. Because my Eye-talian ain't so good and I didn't see the whole report, I didn't think twice about it. Now when I got to Paris, I met some friends in a little restaurant there... we met some ladies, had some drinks... then I saw the report again. My friend says... "Hey... you have had zee earthquake in your vill-ahjjj... " Curly sez... "Well whadda ya know" and he kept drinkin' and talkin' with them ladies...
Of course, when he got back... Ol' Curly's office was no more... they kept payin' us, but I had a nice little 2 week paid vacation to come back to. Then they moved us over to a nice little building overlooking Lake Union... we was there for months... Good times that earthquake.
Your training: I want you to set your trainer on the dryer. Now throw a couple of bowling balls in the dryer and give it a start. I want you folks to learn how to ride in an earthquake. Just some steady ridin'... no need to do sprints or anything.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Anniversary my ass
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Two UBC women were riding their bikes up Lost Lake during the last Biggish One, and they didn't even FEEL the quake. They had no idea what they missed until their cellphones started ringing. I wish I'd been on my bike (or in Italy) instead of under my desk....
but will you do the workout I posted?? That's the real question here.
My trainer already sounds like bowling balls tumbling in the dryer, and my husband is not very happy when I get up a half hour early every day to ride the noisy thing. Were I to put it on top of the dryer with said contents, I am sure I would wake up not only O.A.D. but also the neighbors. So in the interest of world peace, I think I will just stick with solid ground (there must be a pun in there somewhere about earthquakes and solid ground).
HA! - I was
right
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