Friday, August 29, 2008

At Least It Wasn't That AFLAC Duck!

Wednesday night, we had a fright.
A silly fright, on Wednesday night.
Just got in the tub and was feeling alright.
Lolly then shrieked, "what a horrible sight!'
Try as I might to ignore her plight...
She soon was in sight demanding I fight.
What should I fight on this peaceful night?
A 2 inch gecko? That just ain't right.
Back story on Lolly for a sec if I might.
She's chased me with frogs that she catches at night.
Now, I don't like reptiles of any ilk, stripe, or type.
But, Lolly - come'on geckos don't bite.
A cottonmouth in the house? Now that is a plight.
But the bath is so warm, you can handle it right?
Cover it with a tupperware and it'll be allright.
Then I'll take it outside to enjoy the warm night.
Something then happened - you could feel it ignite
A renewed sense of urgency, tensions were spiked.
Up and out of the tub, to the rescue I hiked
And saved the young ladies from a dragon that night.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Why I Like Carrots

Not the 'eh - what's up doc?' variety - although thems ain't too shabby - but the dangling in front of you, give you something to chase, metaphorical variety. Do they have Vitamin A?

We all needs carrots. Long term carrots, short term carrots, and orange crunchy ones. I, today, am focusing on very short term carrots.

The carrots that might be in front of me in my next race...

Racing psychology is a very convoluted and difficult aspect of the deal. MTB tends to reward the guys and gals who go off the front in the beginning. There is no 'pack mentality' like in road racing. No draft to benefit those who are patient and choose to conserve energy in the early stages. Lolly and I were watching the women's Olympic MTB race last weekend on-line and within the first 1/2 lap (of 6) I said, "Oh well, the Americans are out of it." Lolly said there was plenty of time left - but MTB just doesn't work that way...the start is 95% of the race. The whole shot is VITAL!
Conserving energy in an MTB race will get your doors blown off! Can you say last place?

The U.S. gals did place a very respectable 7th and 8th but were never in it. Although, losing to Sabine Spitz of Germany is not so hard to take...she's is amazingly talented!

In the lead pack there are carrots and rabbits. The natural tendency is to be a carrot...the guy leading the race, but psychologically it can be very demoralizing to look around and see x number of racers riding your wheel. Especially if you can't ride them off your wheel.

So, in these next few races I want to be a rabbit...a rabbit that can keep up with the carrot, mark him, and pass him near the end of the race when he is psychologically and physically drained and I am only the latter.

Mmmm, carrots!

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Hit the road early this morning on the SS (Voodoo Dambala 29er geared at 32x18).



Not an especially good gear for road work but I wanted to simulate some race starts - vital for that whole shot - and what better way to do that than to do it on the bike you will be racing. Rode for just under an hour, mostly in recovery mode (HR Zones 1-2) but added in 5x90 second AT (anaerobic threshold) efforts to simulate race starts. I rolled up to the 'starting' line, unclipped and put my left foot down, counted 3-2-1 and launched into it! Felt pretty good for the first 3 - the last 2 kinda hurt...but fortunately each race only has one start! And I am putting the finishing touches on a pretty intense 4 week Build phase of my training. I should be sore!
Pretty much have just one 'effort' ride left over the next 10 days as I begin to taper off the intensity before the race. I'll be doing a good bit of 'speed' work (high cadence stuff) and form drills with little bursts thrown in to keep the pistons lubed and ready.
YEE-HAW! Come on Oxford!

Monday, August 25, 2008

Babiah is Growing Up So Fast!

KR had her 4 month checkup today...and the doctor told us what we already knew. "She's perfect!" Duh! She's only like the best baby ever doc!

Highlights of the visit included 2 shots...



She cried but only for ~20 seconds. I, as always, vomited (just a touch) of my breakfast into my mouth - needles and knives do it to me every time!

And, the big news...



But does she like it?



SUCCESS!!



Enough with the flashy thing already dude! Trying to eat my cereal here OK?!

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Tempo Work aka Come'On Fay Give Us A Break...

The day dawned looking like this...



Tropical Storm Fay was forecasted to throw 4-6" of rain our way over the next 48 hrs. Perfect!
True to her billing, I woke up to rain, began laundry and other various chores to rain, ate breakfast with Fay, and greeted Lolly and KR with more rain at ten AM.

Realizing that the nice 3 hour endurance ride I had planned was a...wash (nyuk-nyuk), I suggested that we go for a drive to look at some of the newer subdivisions in Madison. Guess who joined us? Fay.

We drove around for a couple of hours, got some grubbage, then some Joe (smoothie for me) and took it to the house. Gnash and Brooke are not minding Fay so much as they get to be lazy house dogs for the duration...

I however was left with no options...I was going to have to get my workout in on...THE TRAINER! YUCK! A more fitting description of the term 'necessary evil' is unknown in the world of competitive cycling. But I gotta do what I gotta do...

3 hours was out of the question - the trainer is just too mundane...with the fall races only 2 weeks away I know that getting that high end fitness tapped is of the utmost import. So, I settled on 1.5 hours with 2x30 minute tempo sessions: the 1st in Zone 3 HR (~155bpm) and the 2nd in Zone 4 (~165bpm). Not nearly as brutal as I expected it to be...especially after a pretty vigorous MTB ride yesterday morning at about 2 hours time and just below race pace.

Does this bode well for my upcoming race? Man, that would be a fantastic payoff for my structure and self-discipline over the last 3 months.

Well, back to KR!

KR is Like Sooo Over the Papparazzi








Friday, August 22, 2008

Not One to Talk Politics but...

The article below was written by syndicated columnist, Thomas Sowell. Some of it is a bit vitriolic for my taste but we are playing for the same team:





Senator John McCain could never convince me to vote for him. Only Hillary Clinton or Barack Obama can cause me to vote for McCain.After long and serious thought, I have decided to endorse Senator John McCain for President.I have always voted for the person and have not voted for anyone because some political party was telling me who I should vote for.We all know the choices by now and, that said, I do believe that the process of selecting a chief executive is deeply flawed. The words "money" and "special interests" come to mind, among many others.

Here's the way I see it:Barack Obama, you are a fine public speaker. You are also an extremely liberal Senator from the State of Illinois , which has a long and rich history of political corruption of the first magnitude. You are indeed a child of that system.You have finally insulted my intelligence far beyond my capacity to tolerate your insults. It has nothing at all to do with your skin color. As a matter of fact, it would be so COOL to finally have an African-American for President. What a great statement that would be to the entire world that we are indeed the greatest country on earth!

But, unfortunately, General Colin Powell is not running, and YOU are NOT the man for this job !Barack baby, you want me to believe that you have never heard the sermons of your own pastor, the Right Reverend "God Damn America" Jeremiah Wright. It is a matter of record that this has been your church for over 20 years. It is a matter of record that you were married there by this very pastor, and that your children were baptized there.The good Reverend saw fit to visit Khadafy in Libya with you and to give a lifetime achievement award to Louis Farrakhan, of all people.We have all now seen excerpts of his sermons all over the airwaves by now. And you have publicly stated that this man IS your "spiritual mentor."BUT, your pastor is NOT the reason I am NOT voting for you. His words were disturbing enough, but it is your own HUGE church congregation, seen jumping, hooting and howling to his words in the background that disturb me the most. And please don't tell me you attended church there and never once heard a "discouraging word" in the 20 years you attended there. Don't tell me, that in addition to the good reverend, that you are now not having anything to do with all those other people seen hooting and howling out in the audience in the background of his fiery tirades. Even Oprah Winfrey got disgusted and walked out on your campaign. I am no Oprah fan, but still she did the right thing.Now you look me in the eye and ask me to believe that you never heard such language in all the years you attended there! This is like me telling you that I attended dozens of Klan rallies and never once heard the "N" word. Yep. And Bill Clinton "did not inhale".Yes, Mr. Obama, we all have friends who have said stupid things that embarrassed us, but NOW you have asked me to believe something that is so incredibly stupid that you are telling me that I am just stupid e nough to believe you. THAT is the main reason that I will never vote for you.I am deeply sorry, that in a country teeming with enormously talented African Americans who would make a good President, that the political system has chosen YOU. You are a pathetic and plastic excuse for an American, who will not even salute the Flag during the Pledge of Allegiance.God forbid you ever get near the Oval Office.Which leaves us with Senator John McCain.John, you are a flawed man. You are a bit old, a bit looney, and you have a notoriously bad temper. This perfectly qualifies you, in my humble opinion, to lead us for the next eight years. I WANT your trembling hand on the nuclear buttonThink about it.We have Kim Jong IL, Chavez and Ahmadenijad all running around like lunatics, threatening America and threatening to plunge the world into nuclear Armageddon. We have Putin and the Chinese blustering and rattling their sabers at us. I want John McCain in the Oval Office and I want him to be really ticked off at all these other nut jobs around the planet.John, once you are elected, I want you to go into the Oval Office and throw one of your perfect FITS. Jump up and down and throw something through a plate glass window. Rip the drapes down and foam at the mouth a bit. And I want the whole thing on camera so that Ahmadinejad can see it I want ALL of these "world leaders" to lay awake at night and to break out in a cold sweat every time they think of messing with the United States of America .I want the nuclear button sitting right next to the alarm clock on your night stand. I want pictures of this to be sent to Iran, Russia, China, Venezuela, Cuba, Libya, Syria, Pakistan, and those other dopes in the sheets, the Saudis.On the domestic front, poor John did try and reach across the aisle to the opposition in a desperate effort to compromise and to get the Congress to do something. You may not agree with his efforts, but at least he TRIED. For all his efforts, all he got handed to him was his head in a basket. The liberals are ticked at him and the conservatives are ticked at him. Just my kinda guy.I predict that John will select Senator Joe Lieberman as his running mate. Good choice. I want a Jew whose memory of the Holocaust is still fresh in his mind and who is royally ticked off at all of these towel-headed morons in the Middle East t o be the next in line if something should happen to John. Shalom, Vice President Joe. One heartbeat from the Oval Office.Finally. John McCain knows on a most personal level what it is to suffer horrible torture for years and to see others die, right in front of you, for their love of America When you ask him about it, he will tell you that what he did was "nothing special. " Even more incredibly, he states that ANY American who truly loves his country would do exactly the same as he did in that situation. You and I will have a hard time believing that, but the real point is that John McCain believes that about the "average American," and that, dear friends and neighbors, is why I will cast my one poor ballot for on election day forJohn McCain -- warts and all!

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Happy Gal!

Good Pub for MS??

Everyone knows all about MS's shortcomings: we're the fattest, poorest, most unedumacated state in the Union. But...

The Mississippi Gulf Coast, from Biloxi to Henderson Point, is the largest and longest man-made beach in the world. Get some Destin!

The world's only cactus plantation is located in Edwards with more than 3,000 varieties of cacti. Nothing but a bunch of pricks there!

Mississippi has more tree farms than any other state. BURN!!!

H.A. Cole in Jackson, MS, developed the cleaning product Pine-Sol. Pine-Sol is manufactured only in Pearl, MS (Jackson). Little known fact about Pine-Sol...Actually I don't know any facts about Pine-Sol.

Dr. Tichenor created Dr. Tichenor's Antiseptic in Liberty, MS (not in South Louisiana as commonly believed). Awesome! What is Dr. Tichenor's Antiseptic?!

Four cities in the world have been sanctioned by the International Theatre/Dance Committee to host the International Ballet Competition:Moscow, Russia; Varna, Bulgaria; Helsinki, Finland; and Jackson, Mississippi. Never miss it! It's glorious!

David Harrison of Columbus owns the patent on the "Soft Toilet Seat."Over one million are sold every year. And then they get old, get cracks, and pinch the everloving fire out of your buttcheeks!

The first football player on a Wheaties box was Walter Payton of Columbia, MS. Sweetness!

The Teddy Bear's name originated after a bear hunt in Mississippi with President Theodore Roosevelt. President Roosevelt refused to shoot an exhausted and possibly lame bear. News of this spread across the country, and a New York merchant capitalized on this publicity by creating a stuffed bear called "Teddy's Bear." The supposedly lame bear mauled a family at a picnic later that day.

H. T. Merrill of Iuka flew the first round-trip transoceanic flight in 1928. The flight to England was made in a plane loaded with ping-pong balls. Why ping pong balls? Got to move to MS to find out!

The birthplace of Elvis in Tupelo includes: a museum, a chapel, and the two-room house in which Elvis was born. Thank you very much.

The world's oldest Holiday Inn is in Clarksdale. Trust me...you do not want to stay there...it's so OLD!

Blazon-Flexible Flyer, Inc., in West Point, manufactures the best snow sled in the country, the Flexible Flyer. Good thinking with all the snow we get!

Emil and Kelly Mitchell, the King and Queen of Gypsies, are buried in Rose Hill Cemetery in Meridian. Since 1915, people from all over the world have left gifts of fruit and juice at their grave sites. And Lolly wonders where I get all the fresh fruit and juice I bring home daily.

The 4-H Club began in Holmes County in 1907. Been around so long it's a 9-H club now.

The Waterways Experiment Station in Vicksburg is the largest research, testing, and development facility of the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers. Jealous?!

On April 25, 1866, women in Columbus decorated the graves of Confederate and Union soldiers in Friendship Cemetery. This gesture became known as Decoration Day, the beginning of what we observe as Memorial Day. Awjeah! Good looking out ladies...love that vacay!

Shoes were first sold as pairs in 1884 at Phil Gilbert's Shoe Parlor in Vicksburg. Hold on a sec. It took civilization until 1884 to come up with this?! Seriously?! Uh, good job there Phil.

Inventor James D. Byrd of Clinton holds seven patents and developed the plastic used as a heat shield by NASA. Oh yeah? Ok, that's actually pretty cool.

The oldest field game in America is Stickball, played by the Choctaw Indians of Mississippi. Demonstrations can be seen every July at the Choctaw Indian Fair in Philadelphia, MS. 'Chatter' is encouraged.

The International Checkers Hall of Fame is in Petal (Hattiesburg). KING ME!!

Oliver Pollock was the largest individual financial contributor to the American Revolution. He invented the dollar sign ($). He is buried near Pinckneyville. I bet the person that invented the colon still gets a chuckle every time they think about it.

Liberty was the first town in the country to erect a Confederate monument, in 1871. Now it's home to Jamie Lynn Spears. Go MS!

The Pass Christian Yacht Club is the second oldest yacht club in North America, founded in 1849. Nicest shrimpin' boats in da country.

The Natchez Trace Parkway, named an "All American Road" by the federal government, extends from Natchez to just south of Nashville, Tennessee. The Trace began as an Indian trail more than 8,000 years ago. It was harder to keep it paved back then.

The Mississippi Delta is the birthplace of the Blues, which preceded the birth of Jazz, the only other original American art form. 'Cause everyone knows hip-hop was 'born' in Finland.

The Vicksburg National Cemetery is the second-largest national cemetery in the country...and a totally awesome place to ride your road bike! Arlington National Cemetery is the largest. Why you always bragging Arlington!

D'Lo, MS was featured in Life Magazine for sending proportionally more men to serve in World War II than any other town of its size; 38 percent of the men who lived in D'Lo served. No, D'Lo is not J-Lo's cousin...OK, yes it is.

In 1894, Coca-Cola was first bottled by Joseph A. Biedenharn in Vicksburg. How did he catch it?

Mississippi was the first state to outlaw imprisonment of debtors. Why you ask? Can't imprison the entire state.

Belzoni is the Catfish Capital of the World. Approximately 70 percent of the nation's farm-raised catfish comes from Mississippi. Mmmm...bottom feeder meat. Yummy!

Proportionally more Mississippians were killed during the Civil War than from any other Confederate state. Most were killed in 'Operation Hide Behind The Mississippians' in 1864.

So there it is...

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Another Visit for KR

The weekend following our trip to Nashville KR had some visitors...KK and Popi.

She greeted them with this:



"Hey, cook me some chile rellenos!"

So, we had a mexican feast to celebrate my birthday and Popi & KK's anniversary. Nice.

The next morning KR put on a show for us:



A sleeping exhibition...Mmmm, naps. I remember those!



That's more like it!!



Good times...

After the visit - the whole Jackson crew decided to head out for a stroll.



The McWessons are always on the G-O!

Riggs and Murtaugh

Oh you don't know who I'm talking about? Odd...they're only two of the most solid movie buddies of all time. Riggs is the nutjob with a wicked Bon Jovi feathered cut...a loose cannon who plays by the rules...his rules! Murtaugh is the thinking man...he wants to do a good job, by the book, eyes on the future. One lets his emotions dictate his choices while the other exercises caution and judgement. Invariably, they pick up some of each other's habits and tendencies. Murtaugh begins to loosen up a little and take some chances while Riggs can think past the 'moment'...but still won't trim that awful hair.



Lolly mentioned to our former GA neighbors that we had this blog and I received an e-mail this morning asking why 'the guy who introduced you to MTB hasn't been mentioned.' Fair enough, J-chizzle did 're'-introduce me to MTB and, you could argue, introduced me to real mountain biking proper. The kind where you are 30 miles from the parking lot, running on fumes, eating GORP, and having a blast! From our first real ride at Chicopee Woods where I went OTB 2 times and had about three mental breakdowns from the exertion I, er, exerted? to our last ride a few months back. Good times, fosha!

Being newbs to the MTB scene we, I think, took for granted the awesomeness of the trails we had at our disposal in North GA. Chicopee, the 1996 Olympic course at Conyers, GA, Tsali, Dauset, Yellow River in the beginning...and later, the old Norba course at Helen and Ft. Yargo.
Those trails will teach you how to ride.

...they will also teach you a little bit about yourself...what you are made of. J-chizzle calls it 'I.F.' and I think I would call it stupidity if I called it anything. Most people who mtb don't do it for long. It's just too dang hard. It just doesn't fit in with our instant gratification society. It hurts! ...and we love it. I've seen people break down on the trails, just give up...it's not for 99.9% of the population. I'll take you riding sometime...even let you set the pace...you won't like it.

The GA MTB scene was very diverse. You had leg shaving XCers, rail thin endurance riders, hairy SSers, 100 litre camelback and every tool you can carry newbs, weekend warriors...it was incredible (much more so in hindsight). J-chizzle incorporated a bit of 'em all. He was only like the GA state BMX and 20" cruiser champion like 28 years in a row and could handle a bike with the best of 'em. Riding with him, pushing myself to keep up, wanting to best him on the trails...made me a much better rider. I had to ask myself repeatedly, "Why am I doing this?" And the answer was always, "Cause it is so freaking incredibly fantabulously FUN!"
Yo J-chizzle - protect ya neck.

This picture was from a race we did in Feb. 2006. He got 1st and I came in 2nd...but I am taller.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Catching Up!!



The McWessons have been on the go of late and 'gots some blogging to do.'

First things first: the crew went to Nashvegas for a visit about 10 days ago. KR's first trip to the Music City. KR got to meet her Great Grandparents! The visit went like this...



And this...



With a little bit of 'this' thrown in for good measure. (This being her Great Uncle Mark & Great Aunt Sherry with their youngest, 2nd cousin Matt)



KR also got to see Mimi and Mary for the first time since their visit to her house when she was born. Good times were had. For example:



And one more with Mimi:



Of course, no visit would be complete without a trip to see the Nolensville crew. Uncle Bobby, Aunt Jenny, Jeff & Scott. Uncle Bobby said he thinks he's gonna cheer on the Americans in the Olympics.



KR thought Jeff was funny...we all do KR!



And Jenny...check the 'sneaks'!!



Certain aspects of N-Vegas we will always hold dear. Family (see above). The scenery (see below).



I guess one might call these 'rolling' hills, but to a Mississipian they are HUGE! I decided against the hassle of taking my SS and brought my road bike. Mimi has about 15-20 miles of bike trails that run right through her yard. Many of the roads have bike lanes as well!! This just does not happen in MS. I was in road bike heaven! Plus, there is a new rec center right down the street and SSMcwesson 'got his swole on.'

But, in the end, KR decided we needed to come home...but not before she got a nap.



The week following this adventure was Action-Packed as well...stay tuned for details!