It's about F-in' time

124 days, 19 hour, 52 minutes and 34 seconds to this year’s Timberman.

Timmy and I just did our first bike ride of the year. My legs are atremble, and not for my favorite reason.

At least the winter wasn’t spent in hibernation. Just in an activity that is all gravity and aerial couch riding. Skiing every weekend was great, and my legs aren’t the flab they could have been, but they aren’t the shape I’m gonna need. We took one weekend off from total physical activity, for Zombie Jesus Day, and I was already feeling like a slug.

Well, I did. Tim had his first travel soccer game of the year last weekend, a 2-2 tie in a sub freezing, lateral rainstorm. He had an assist, Go TIM!

Actually, I kept pretty busy this weekend. I spent yesterday being Captain Planet with the Pack 88 Cubbies, and had the first official firepit of spring yesterday. Earth Day cleanup wasn’t too bad; the boys stayed pretty focused, filled about 10 garbage bags at two separate sites, and only poked the dead rabbit we found for about 25 minutes. This morning we knocked out two Geocaches that have been irritating me, and only got lost in the woods for about 15 minutes.

So training today consisted of driving the bikes to the gas station in the back of the Trucoma and filling the tires, grabbing a couple bottles of water, and hitting the road. Today was basically an equipment check. I shook the mouse turds out of the helmet, made sure the brakes work, and that the gears aren't frozen.

On a side note, as glad as I am that my old school bike has 15 gears, for me that is overkill. I only use three. Top gear, almost exclusively. Seventh gear, eventually, on long, gentle slopes, and the all popular first gear on steep hills, or when I am almost dead.

The tale of the bloody stump occurred in seventh gear. More on that later.

Turning right out of the driveway is downhill, thank Odin. My legs were already tight at the end of the driveway. We went over to the local college, and circled around the campus a few times. I let him chose the trail. Somehow, he created a mobius strip of a bike route. I swear we went down hill for the entire ride, praise Jebus. If I can recreate that for my first run, I will be golden.





Timmy's Bike Route



Now, if I can get a decent leg rub, I will be in Valhalla.