week 12, a blog response and stuff

Week twelve was, for me, in gear and in the hunt for 'the big ride' in May 2010 . You know I had forgotten from all those years ago how much prep work there is in getting your body tuned and finding the proper balance between miles/hours in saddle/ strength and interval training  and just shear connective body training, it's fricken tough work! But it's worth it. Not to mention the valet who was inches from making me into road kill so he could earn a bigger tip for quick car retrieval. Ah tourist season! I'm fortunate that Yoga girl sees the benefit of this and has her own training that keeps her going too. So this week really kicked arsh, finally after two weeks of the flu.
It seems impossible to think that I have been re-mounted on such a fine machine as my Trek 2200 and that it had as low a mileage as it did when I got it. Again what a find and what a bike and it's responsiveness always calls for more and never backs down in a sprint, a climb, a long slow ride or just sitting in the hallway it says not so subtly,  'hey when we going for a ride!' This fine bike with "proudly made in America' all over it still gets me in a head lock and shouts the question in my brain, 'why are we made in China and for the same amount of money as when we were made in Wisconsin?' I answer,'I for one don't know and if you ask me that again I will cycle cross with you'. Then silence is restored to the home.
I had an anonymous comment on the blog " the kit, the home team and more fun for Astana" which is very welcome. My question for you dear reader is, can one answer a comment made and expect dialog or just leave it alone? Be acidic, be pithy, be obnoxious, correct me, update me but leave you name and/or dialog..OK?

Lastly these last couple of weeks brings to mind the dedication of those who have come before us. It also reminds me of the great adventures still to come in our club rides, fast touring and races in which we will endeavor to win if not place or show (sorry left over phrases from my track daze). Then there's the  rewards of competing, meeting fellow cyclist and of course the accomplishment of hideously demolishing those new friends by waiting  one minute at the finish line before they cross.
Well that's it from my side. If I pass you on the road stop at Peets, because your buying...when you catch your breath.