Jumping Hurdles

Piictures are worth a thousand words, and this one is no exception. My misfortune lately has left me feeling like I keep running into that same fence. On the brighter side...... that fence could be a lot wider.



Since I am dumping those thought provoking photos down I thought I would let you take a stab at this one...... The older I get, the faster I was.



Sager has officially caught the Boulder bug, he already has three hours in before I even have my morning coffee..... early birds I tell ya. He's making me feel soft.... its as if he has a 24 day race next month in France or something.



Check out Mark Weir's new landscaping! XC guru with skillz to boot. Guess I better start diggin....

A Little Help Please?

I knew I should have knocked on wood....



My knee was nearly healed and the singletrack was just starting to heat up.... literally.



Maybe I was a little too anxious and jumped the gun early when I lined up at Boulder's own Wednesday night short track. You can't blame a kid for loving to ride his bike.... Well two laps into it I ate my famous last words, "I just won't crash". Opps.... sorry Mom.



Well my stitches bursted like a phat guy in a little coat and I now am left torn, battered and bruised....again.

Running Red Lights

It's official, I made it one week without riding my bike. It is easy to fall into the programed mindset of a cyclist where training is the only way to get faster.... This week off has done more to ignite my spirits than any amount of training could have.

Guess these stitches were just what the doctor ordered.... literally.



In the mean time I figured I would do something productive and visit my friends over at the Boulder Center of Sports Medicine for a bike fit tune up. Sure new bikes and shoes are great but I dread the adjustment period when millimeters matter. Best investment you can make for your cycling.... Thanks Todd.



Shot of the day comes from my bros down in the southern hemisphere who aren't afraid to stand up for what they believe. Check this shot of Cam, in full Doper's Suck gear, giving Floyd and company a little piece of his mind! Cheers mates.... (double click pic for a better view)

Soldier Down

Sometimes nature has his/her own way of letting us know it is time to slow down. Lately I felt like a 27 year old stuck inside an 80 year old's body.... I guess this was nature's way of saying "time to take 'er easy".



I guess it is inevitable.... a trip to the ER that is. When you are out doing what we do everyday it is only a matter of time. I have been blessed in my career to have a pretty weak collection of scars. Well today I picked up one more and signed up for a week on the couch with a Sex and the City marathon.....

The News Has Left Me Paranoid

With the reset button firmly pressed, T Brown and I headed out on one of those rides that reminds you why you got hooked on Mountain Biking in the first place.



It's amazing what you can see when you step back from the view of your training partners lycra clad backside.



This is one of those new scratch and sniff digital pictures. Ah the smell of the high country aspen groves, it doesn't get much better than this....



Well on second thought.... Not sure what the Joe Friel program has to say about keeping up with these girls but I fell for it hook and sinker.



Rad Ross is currently in a state of denial and could use all of our support.... He has been working on his TT technique and has been turning down mountain bike rides to "stick to the program". A card, an email, a phone call, a bouquet of balloons.... anything helps. Let's let Rad Ross know that we care.

Cure For The Common Cubicle

It felt empowering to pull to the start line with a clean conscious as we lined up against the current "Tour Champion" this past weekend at the Teva Mountain Games.



Back in my semi pro days I would thrive off of the struggling pros that I would catch and pass as they faded off the back. Feeding off of their pain was what kept me motivated.

Well it looks like I threw back a little taste of my own medicine as I struggled to find my legs and mingled with the Semi Pros. Glad I could help....



In a false attempt to boost my ego, I entered the Big Wheel competition..... Lesson learned, size doesn't matter.



Time to sit back, hit the reset button, install a new motivator and look to the light at the end of the tunnel.



At least someone in red is hitting it big. Rad Ross has officially reached rock star status and I wouldn't be surprised if pretty soon women were throwing their bras at him on the start line. Dream big....