Metamorphasis

Hey there! Just spruced up my webpage a bit more. Chipped away at it and got the first two buttons (aka the sub-sites) polished off. Might dive back into it this weekend, post mountain bike resurrection. It’s not brand new, just blessed with a fresh derailleur and a frame that’s seen the warranty gods. Hit up the racing link at the top of this page to see what I mean.

Lately, the sandman’s been dodging me. Last night, my brain decided to throw a throwback party, dredging up the weirdest old memories. Like, remember Scotty, my dog? Poor fella darted into the street one day and… yeah, didn’t end well. It hit me hard last night, remembered every little detail. Must be morphing back into my cyclist form – tingles and all. Shedding pounds and sleep, thanks to a mix of excitement and the whole moving saga.

Big scoop – New Haven might be my next base camp. Keeping fingers crossed that my application cuts the mustard. Looks like Pat Lannon and I will be shacking up again, saving a cool 600 bucks a month compared to our last crib. Maps and snaps to come.

On the training front, tackled the trails for a solid 2.5 hours last night. Totally wiped afterwards and nursing some battle scars today. But now, it’s off to the grindstone. Make today count!

Mom Bulletin

Tonight’s tidbit: Starving. The mountain bike’s eating into my schedule, but that site update’s on the horizon. Just heard from mom – Randy and Tami are in town from Wyoming, living it up. Mom’s gearing up for surgery Monday. How about we flood her inbox with some cyber cheer?