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Monday, March 13, 2006

Held Together By Clothes Pins

This week was suppose to be the longest week in the saddle for '06 however I was graciously greeted by a freezing Colorado storm. Going with the flow I opted to error on the side of recovery, with words of Joe Friel ringing in my ears, "rest as hard as you train".



So on Saturday I found myself knee deep in another one of Nick's, "Uh Oh" moments....

I had climbed up Sunshine Canyon (one of Boulder's longest and steepest roads" in the mix of our wonderful March snowstorm. With sweat pouring down my face and random cars giving me the "what's up", I was feeling tough. Well my moment quickly turned rye as I found myself wrapping my body in newspaper that I had to steal from random people's mailboxes and shaking violently as I stumbled down the adjacent canyon, struggling to get home. I am happy to report I still have 10 toes and 10 fingers but I am officially over winter.....



You guys wouldn't happen to have a cup of hot water now would you?

8 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

the really bad part is i've seen like half of those bands and have far worse images of the live act burned in my memory for eternity. now i'm a calm rational working american with many skeletons lurking in the closet. the dark side is but my past.

8:06 PM  
Blogger Cody said...

frank and beans, frank and beans

9:12 PM  
Blogger Stephen D. Zepeda said...

You remind me of The Christmas story :)

11:19 AM  
Anonymous GrinchMan said...

Ya, I wish my moments would turn "rye" too. Good with peanut butter...

2:46 PM  
Blogger miss king said...

the triple dog dare will get ya every time

6:49 AM  
Blogger jsager said...

how about a nice hot tub in a stranger's home?

4:56 PM  
Blogger Mom said...

Sager is on to something!

3:25 AM  
Anonymous Jill A said...

Hah! From some of the winter riding pics you post, I figured you'd be out there. My boyfriend and I road up 4 mile, over Logan Mill, up Sugarloaf and into Ned. We almost froze to death, too, so opted for the warm and cozy RTD bus back to town.

10:14 AM  

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