Back Up and Running, er, Riding

For some reason my blog was not online earlier this week. I had my tech person work on it, and now we are back. She is so good I had to marry her.

The weekend has been filled with much socializing and riding. I managed to get in three good rides in three days. On Friday I went out in the howling winds with Sean, the only person I know who has an epic four part blog post on the 2009 American Birkebeiner. I encourage you to give it a read, but make sure you've got some time, or at least are at work.

After the ride we went to the Hudson River Gallery for an opening for Robert Caputo. It was a really fun and busy opening. We talked with many friends and then later in the night got corralled into going out for sushi. Sushi with Nick is always a good time.

Saturday started with a mostly mellow ride from the park. A small group of 7 or so rolled south into the crosswinds for an Eden's Loop. After that Steve, Joe and myself decided to stay out in the nice weather and add on a Sharon Center loop. The sun was shining and I even made the bold move of removing my knee warmers.

At the end of the ride Joe invited us over for a beer. Joe homebrews some mighty fine stuff, and last time he had us over we had a few too many pale ales. This time was not too different. We sat around in the sun reliving old bike riding memories and getting drunk on a super crisp IPA half a pint at a time. I spent the rest of the afternoon in tipsy bliss.

Sunday I woke up early and started reading the Paris-Roubaix coverage until I could get a video stream going. Robin and I watched it in French. Between Robin's knowledge of the language and my knowledge of bike racing we were able to mostly piece together the narrative of 2009's Hell of the North. As always, the race did not disappoint.

Following the race I went out to the park to meet up with Joe and Steve for another Sharon Center loop. It was windier and cooler than yesterday, but it was still great to be out. I have now ridden 8 out of the last 9 days, so hopefully some decent fitness awaits me just around the corner.

A Shock to the System

Last night I did my first group ride. It hurt. I know I am not in great shape right now, but the ride was more difficult than I imagined it would be. Before the ride started I had pretty much decided to duck out early and take my own, easy way home. So I did not technically get dropped, but there is no doubt I would have been dropped had I stayed.

Still, it is fun to learn where you are at and have some goals. Now I get to work at finishing one of them darn College Green rides again. There is no substitute for consistent riding, and there also needs to be some consistent, fast riding, too. I had been neglecting that last part.

Oh, and I finally received my new lenses for my sunglasses. They make the world pretty and bright and I don't have to squint. Plus, there is no tape in the way.

One Week Anniversary

Robin and I have now been married for one week. And I can say that I still love the married life. It is easy to say that when most of that time was comprised of partying, relaxing, and not working. But still, I'm looking forward to hundreds and hundreds of other weeks both similar and different.

On Pi Day of 2009 Robin and I said "I do." It was a fantastic day, and we feel really lucky that so many interesting people played a part in it.

My best man Tom came in from LA.

International violin phenom Johan Jonsson played during our ceremony.

The Tortolita Gutpluckers (including father of the bride on tub base) provided the live music once the party really got going .

National Geographic photographer Dave Edwards decided that our union was worthy enough of his camera. And if that wasn't enough, he also gave us a print of his photo that made the "100 Best Pictures of National Geographic" list. Simply amazing.

When it was all said and done, Robin and I ducked away to Hacienda del Sol for some relaxation. We had a beautiful room, enjoyed some desert walks and hot tub soaks, and spent our last night sipping an extremely fancy port (thanks Vic!) on our private patio while we watched the sun set near the Catalina Mountains.

The only down side of the trip was not having sun glasses (mine are getting a new prescription put in). But Robin and I fashioned these lovely temporary sun blockers out of my regular glasses and some spare lenses from her sunglasses:

Not the most stylish things, but they got the job done and were fairly comfortable.

Now we are back in Iowa City and enjoying the early spring weather.

husband

-noun

1: a male partner in marriage
2 British: Manager, Steward
3: a frugal manager

from m-w.com

Well I don't meet any of those yet, but I did just replace a broken belt on our dryer. And now I'm drinking a beer, so at least I meet American TV's definition of a husband. And in 5 days I'll meet the first definition.

Drinking My Way to Better Health

It has been a tough week of ups and downs, sore throats, sore sinus cavities, and sore chests. Ok, so maybe those should have all been singular, but I think they all were quite uncomfortable on more than one occasion.

So I've been trying to rest (and have been moderately successful at it) and drink lots of liquids.





Well, I haven't really delved into the last one. I had a wee taste after I won it at Iowa City's first ski race nearly two weeks ago, and it was mighty tasty. Perhaps in the near future I can taste it a little more thoroughly.

Odd . . .

Today I walked into the John's Grocery beer freezer, and it felt downright pleasant.

Misadventures in Waxing

We have been getting some good snow falls here in Iowa City. On Saturday we got somewhere between 3 and 4 inches and then on Monday afternoon we got another solid 4 inches. Tonight, we could see another 3 to 5.

With the solid new base I figured it was finally time to try out my new waxable classic skis. I glide waxed the tips and tails over the weekend, and that just left the kickwax. I watched the temps all day as the snow was coming down and it was mostly between 25 and 27, so I figured the Swix Blue Extra would do the trick. After watching lots of Youtube videos, I laid down five super thin layers, corking each one in. After I was done, I thought the skis had a nice finish, but were still tacky. Surely a good sign.

Out at the cross country ski course I was happy to see that they had already started the grooming. I zipped down the hill and glided into the newly laid classic tracks, did a couple of double poles, kicked, and went no where. Shit.

One of the videos said it could take a kilometer for the wax to work in. So I double poled around, periodically adding a kick to see if I could feel anything. Nothing. Luckily I brought the wax and the cork with me. So I stopped to apply more. I nice elderly gentleman with some sweet ski socks came by and we chatted about the difficulties of classic waxing. Surprisingly, he said he was using the same wax as I was. That could only mean opperator error.

After my second application, still not much kick. A little, but not much. I applied one more thick layer and set off to make at least one loop before calling it a day (I wanted to be recovered for the Iowa City Ski Time Trial on Tuesday).

Halfway around I found the Eppens and saw that they, too , had mis-waxed. We talked about kick waxing and all things skiing as we slid around the course. In addition to learning that I should have used a much softer wax, especially since the temperatures were actually warming even as the sun was going down (what?!), I also learned some good tips on "field waxing." Mostly that one should not do such a thing. Thankfully the Iowa City ski community is not that pretentious.

Tonight we are supposed to have our first ski race, but as I type this the temps are still around zero with a stiff north wind. Easier to wax for, but not as comfortable for working a race or hanging around afterwards. So it is canceled. Hopefully next week. There is nothing worse than having to postpone a race for no snow on one week and then postpone it the next week because there is plenty of snow but it is too cold.