It is unfortunate that race promoters can not stick to a classic date for their events. What happens when they keep moving their event date is that they will many times conflict with other races. Last year the Devils Slide conflicted with the Rockey Mountain Robeux and now this year the promoters Twin Rivers Cyclists will be in conflict with the Grizzley Man Adventure Race.
Tentatively we have scheduled Devil’s Slide for the 19th of April. That’s a Sunday as usual. We understand there are some conflicting events in Eastern Washington that day and will discuss at the next board meeting in January. Likely the date will stay unchanged. I think we may have already anticipated other conflicts and that day works best for us. We don’t have this firmed up with USA cycling yet, though.
Seen here is my friends Alden Wright and Brad Keys.
Brrr, it’s chilly out there! Especially in Butte, where the mercury’s plummeted to a teeth-chattering -18. But hey, extreme weather just adds to the thrill of the Butte 100, right? That’s right, folks, it’s official: The 3rd Annual Butte 100 is all set for August 1, 2009, and it’s shaping up to be a scorcher of a race, despite the frosty start to the year.
Gina Evans, the ever-enthusiastic Event Coordinator, dropped this cool news in our laps. She’s stoked, and so are we! This isn’t just any race. It’s a test of endurance, skill, and probably your ability to feel your toes after a long ride. The Butte 100 isn’t just about pedaling fast; it’s about pushing your limits, discovering new strengths, and maybe, just maybe, questioning your sanity (in a good way!).
This year, they’re bringing back the much-loved jerseys and introducing a 100-mile loop that promises to challenge every biking skill you’ve proudly honed. The course details will soon be up on their website Triple Ring Productions, so keep your eyes peeled for updates.
And for those who think 100 miles might be a tiny bit too ambitious, don’t sweat it! There’s a 50-mile option that’s just as exhilarating. Whether you’re a seasoned pro or a newbie to the endurance racing scene, there’s a spot for you at the Butte 100.
Here’s the thing: events like the Butte 100 are more than just races. They’re a celebration of passion, determination, and community spirit. The team at Triple Ring Productions, along with all the fantastic participants over the years, have turned this event into a must-do on the endurance racing calendar. And it’s not just about crossing the finish line; it’s about the stories you’ll have, the friends you’ll make, and the memories that will keep you warm, even when the temperature is anything but.
Resources to Enhance Your Day
Triple Ring Productions: Check out the official website for updates on the course and more details about the event.
Endurance Race Training Tips: Dive into strategies and training plans to get you Butte 100 ready!
Butte Community: Connect with fellow racers and enthusiasts in the Butte area.
Weather Prep for Cyclists: Learn how to gear up for extreme weather conditions to stay safe and enjoy the ride.
Mental Toughness in Endurance Sports: A guide to developing the mental strength needed for races like the Butte 100.
There I was, two days into a journey that was supposed to be my escape, my breath of fresh air after a grueling year. Instead, I found myself in Billings, Montana, camped out at my uncle’s place. You know, there’s a funny side to every mishap – here I was, stranded because my car decided to take an unscheduled break, but hey, at least I wasn’t stuck in a dingy motel in Nowheresville.
This trip, which started last Friday, was my much-needed escape. I had wrapped up a major project at work, and all I craved was some quiet time in Lambert, Montana. But as fate would have it, my excitement turned into a sleepless night, fiddling with plans on Google Calendar.
Saturday morning arrived with a flurry of packing and last-minute preps. By 9 AM, I was locking my door, car packed, ready for the road. But first, a pit stop at City Brew for my travel essentials – scones and coffee. The drive was smooth, peppered with brief visits to friends and family. That is, until 7:30 PM when my journey abruptly paused in Custer, Montana. Thanks to my car’s water pump, I ended up in Billings, unexpectedly extending my trip.
Chris Rose is a racing buddy from upstate (true upstate) NY and if you know how much I am into mountain bike racing then you will also know his passion for Nordic ski racing. I turn to him for advice as we all know I do not ski but go out and grind caloric energy into the snow. Really I seem to go no where at times.
Disclaimer: I am about to post his words and don’t even think about emailing me to propose he may be wrong or take judgment with his advice. He is skate ski god to me and if you don’t like it go eat bat crap. If you want advice from a world cupper
I am struggling at work. I have this project that has to be done in like 200 hours ago. So subsequently I have to put everything on hold until I get it done. So until further notice these facilities will be closed:
Eating Lunch
Christmas
Blogging(just broke that rule above)
Answering my phone
Responses to emails and chat will be considerably slower
I will still keep the updates to twitter and work out in the evenings. I have been working non stop since Monday in hopes to go on holiday but it seems in the waning hours as all work mates leave the office I will be stuck here alone. It looks bleak folks, Christmas is definitely out and the trip to Lambert is in serious jeopardy and all hopes dashed if I don’t get this thing done by this weekend.
There I was, on a frosty December 19, 2008 morning, my eyes barely open, cradling a cup of tea, and buzzing with anticipation. Snowstorm rumors were swirling, and the Montana Grizzlies were gearing up for the Div I National Championship Game. It was a day primed for excitement – or so I thought!
First on my agenda: braving the body mass measuring device (let’s call it ‘the scale’ for simplicity, though it’s anything but simple). This hunk of judgement is the crankiest gadget in my house. I swear it groaned when I turned it on, almost sympathetically breaking the news: “Buddy, you’re off your goals.” Tea and small portions it is, then!
Off to work I went, armed with my resolve and a naive belief that I’d stick to my dietary plan. Spoiler alert: I was in for a surprise. But first, let’s talk about my winter commute. Biking through the snow? Challenging but potentially fun, right? Just need to tweak my snow rig a bit more. Ah, the eternal quest for ‘a little extra time.’
Fast forward to work. My self-control lasted a whopping five hours. The siren call of the office food proved too strong. There I was, tweeting (yes, Twitter was a thing even back in 2008!) about my culinary escapades and ultimately succumbing to the biscotti. Oh, and let’s not forget the gallons – yes, gallons – of coffee I downed. Because why not?
In between sips and tweets, I realized I’d completely forgotten about not one, but two parties that day. Classic me! So much for my tea and small portion day. The Grizzlies game was still on the horizon, and I was already off the rails. But hey, that’s life, right? Full of unexpected turns, gallons of coffee, and, if you’re lucky, some good football.
Stay tuned for the next part of this adventure where I dive into the Grizzlies game and the unexpected joys of office parties. And remember, no matter how off track you get, there’s always room for a little humor and a lot of coffee.
Today’s tale? It’s all about craving scones while surviving a winter bike odyssey. Picture this: I wake up feeling like I’ve been through a wild beast’s digestive system, only to find myself in a scone-sized hole of despair. Why, you ask? Blame it on my new diet and the surprising absence of sugary treats.
Cut to my workplace, where I’m battling fatigue with dreams of scones and coffee dancing in my head. Ever tried working while your brain’s chanting ‘scone, scone, scone’? It’s a battle, folks!
Now, the ride home is where things get icy—literally. Me, on my bike, navigating snow-transformed roads that feel like a ‘mud smoothie.’ Imagine biking on a slushy mix, the tires slipping and sliding, and the looming threat of busy traffic nearby. It’s not just a ride; it’s an adrenaline-pumping, white-knuckle adventure. Think of it as nature’s way of spicing up my daily commute.
After surviving this mini Arctic expedition, I’m back home, facing the beast that is my workout routine. Starting is a drag, but soon I’m crushing it with simulated hill sprints. And the cherry on top? A delicious grilled salmon dinner. It’s not a scone, but hey, it’s something.
Tonight’s post-workout thoughts? Life’s a wild ride, with or without scones. Stay strong, keep pedaling through the snow, and maybe, just maybe, treat yourself to a scone tomorrow. Because let’s face it, we all deserve a little sweet reward after a day like this.
Today was balmy and as I prepared the mountain bike for today’s hill intervals, I checked the weather one last time. It was 7 degrees outside. A temperature that would make most shiver at the thought of stepping outdoors, yet there I was, gearing up for a ride. My trusty GPS unit, always reliable in normal conditions, was about to be tested in the chill.
As I set out, the cold air hit me, a stark contrast to the warmth of my home. The world around seemed still, almost in hibernation, but my heart raced with excitement. Each pedal stroke was a defiance of the cold, each breath a cloud of persistence.
Halfway through, I glanced at my GPS unit. Despite the freezing temperature, it was performing admirably, a beacon of technology amidst nature’s icy grip. This ride wasn’t just a physical challenge; it was a testament to endurance, both human and mechanical.
The experience was a reminder that sometimes, the most memorable adventures begin with a simple decision to face the unexpected. Today, I didn’t just conquer hills, but also the trepidation of the unknown.
Yesterday, I embarked on a journey that’s left my muscles screaming for mercy. Picture this: a normal day turns into a battlefield, me against the iron and grit of winter training. I got my hands on this killer workout regimen from none other than Lynda Wallenfels, a mountain bike coach extraordinaire. Let’s break down what this training involves and how it’s pushing me to the brink!
The Workout Rundown
It’s not just a workout; it’s a saga. Each step is meticulously crafted to push your limits, both mentally and physically. The session includes a mix of intense cardio, strength training, and endurance drills that are nothing short of brutal. Imagine cycling uphill, in the harshest of winter conditions, then coupling that with weights that laugh in the face of gravity.
My Experience
Let me tell you, it’s one thing to read about this routine, and a whole other ball game to actually do it. The moment I started, I knew I was in for a challenge. My muscles were on fire, my breaths short and sharp, and yet, there was this exhilarating rush. It’s like climbing a mountain with no peak in sight – grueling, but oh-so rewarding.
The Aftermath
Here I am, typing this out, and every keystroke feels like a marathon. Tomorrow, I predict a full-body rebellion. The kind where even lifting a cup of coffee will seem like a Herculean task. But, this pain? It’s a sweet reminder of pushing boundaries and conquering fears.
Why Do It?
You might ask, “Why put yourself through this?” The answer is simple – growth. It’s about testing your limits and seeing just how far your body and mind can go. Plus, the satisfaction of completing such a demanding workout is unparalleled.
The Road Ahead
This winter, I’m on a mission. A mission to transform, to overcome, and to emerge stronger. Will it be easy? Far from it. But the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, or in my case, a single pedal stroke.
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Hello there! I’m currently tucked away in the cozy warmth of City Brew, right smack in the middle of a Missoula Montana blizzard. Now, this isn’t your everyday coffee shop scene. Picture this: snow swirling outside like a wild dance of winter fairies, and me, nestled with a hot cup of coffee, witnessing something you’d only see in a place like this.
So, in walks this couple. You know, the kind that you notice the moment they step in. Not because they’re outlandishly dressed or anything. No, it’s because they seem to have taken their love for perfume and cologne to a whole new level. I mean, I’m all for smelling nice, but this was like walking into a cloud of fragrance so thick, you could almost see it!
The door closes behind them, and whoosh, the entire coffee shop is engulfed in this perfume tsunami. People start looking around, wondering if we suddenly got transported to the fragrance section of a fancy department store. I take a deep breath and – bad idea. It’s like inhaling a bouquet of every flower known to humankind, mixed with hints of what I can only describe as ‘eau de overwhelming’.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not one to judge. Maybe they had a reason. Perhaps they were testers for a new perfume line? Or maybe they just really, REALLY wanted to make sure they smelled good for their coffee date. But in a small, cozy space like this, it’s like sitting in a sauna, but instead of steam, it’s just… perfume.
The barista, a tall, thin redhead with a look of mild amusement and bewilderment, tries to keep a straight face. He’s doing his best to act like this is just another normal day in the life of a coffee shop in Missoula. But you can tell, he’s struggling not to cough or wave his hand in front of his nose.
Meanwhile, I’m here, typing this out, and thinking about how life always has these little moments of unexpected comedy. It’s like nature’s own sitcom, and today, I got front row seats. The couple, blissfully unaware of the scented chaos they’ve unleashed, settle down with their drinks, chatting and laughing.
And me? I’m just going to sit back, enjoy my coffee, and maybe hold my breath a little. After all, it’s not every day you get to experience a blizzard outside and a perfume storm inside. Stay warm and scented, folks!
It was cold, I’ll admit that. Exposed flesh felt like it froze on the downhills, but other than that, the single track tonight was fabulous. The traction was superb too, almost like sandpaper, thanks to the frozen ground. I can’t believe I’m mountain biking in December.
Your looking at my view as President Corey shares his vision for world domination. Actually at this point most members had left and I stuck around for the after party with beer and Joe Joes.
I was actually doing a core workout when ERock Skyped me up and said that he hooked up his cam and I could join the meeting with a Skype call. So I jumped in and participated as much as a digital signal could.
It was actually pretty cool. It was like having everyone over in my front room. Sorry Ronnie, I know I was supposed to visit. Just got all caught up with the buds.
High on the docket was the finalization of the sponsorship packet and some ideas on who to spring it on.
I have not been on the bike for over a week. It is not that I don’t want to it is just that I figure I needed a break from the old saddle before hitting it hard core for next years ultra endurance racing.
Tonight after work I could not work out because I had to wait on the Bridgemaxx tech to install my external antenna. Then after he got it in I had to test it out. A little faster and no jitter which means I now have a phone 322 DIRT.
I wanted to get on the trainer tonight but getting the winter training apparatuses from the closet I realized there was some working to do.
Mount slick on backup cross wheel for trainer.
Mount old cross tires on townie bike.
Find that damn skewer that is special for the trainer.
Give up of finding thee skewer and rig a make shift one.
Mount bike onto trainer.
Get out new bike computer (cadence and speed).
Realize that I need at least 5 zip ties.
Also realize I don’t have 5 zip ties.
Give up till tomorrow.
So as I picked up the phone to call mom and dad for tonight’s chat I sat on the couch to type up this blog. No workout tonight.
Today was about embracing the unusual: no goals, no races, no training regimen. Just a day off with absolutely no expectations. This was a rarity for me, especially after a summer jam-packed with races and weekend rides with friends. The weekdays were all about work and training. So, this day wasn’t just a break from work, but a hiatus from my recent, bustling life.
My day kicked off with some serious loafing at the local coffee shop. I indulged in blueberry scones and decaf coffee until I was almost overdosing on coziness and caffeine-free bliss.
Feeling oddly inspired by my productive lounging, I sprinted home… for a nap. Yes, a nap! It was glorious, but I woke up just in time for a fantastic football game – Colorado vs. The Huskers. It turned out to be a real nail-biter.
But I couldn’t let athletes on the TV outdo me. So, in a surge of competitive spirit, I embarked on a hard workout: grocery shopping. That’s right, hardcore! The day wrapped up perfectly as I settled down to watch a movie…
On Thanksgiving morn, ‘neath skies so wide,
Mount Marcy stands with stoic pride.
Amidst the hues of autumn’s flame,
It whispers to the wild, untamed.
With every step on trails we take,
The mountain’s breath in the cool air wakes.
A man with nature, quietly talks,
In the hush of woods, where the great peak walks.
No wagging tail, but peaks that soar,
Mount Marcy’s grace, the hiker’s lore.
Under the spell of November’s charm,
We find a bond, in the mountain’s arm.
Thanksgiving’s peace on this high crest,
In nature’s fold, we are truly blessed.
For in this climb, and paths we chart,
Mount Marcy finds its way to our heart.
I grilled some fish and had a salad, then approached the cupboard. Unsatisfied, I realized Seinfeld would be on in 30 minutes, and I needed a comfort item: a scone and coffee. So, I set to work on batch v2 of my scones.
I brewed some decaf (still good, made with my stove-top espresso maker). I took out some nut milk for the brew and found my recipe: almond butter, arrowroot, sea salt (Brad Keys style), an egg, honey, and said nut milk. I stirred it all together and folded in some blueberries.
The new cooking apparatus this time was a glass cooking bowl, about the size I wanted. I added some olive oil to it and heated it up. Scooping in the batter, I thought, “Voilà!”
Feeling better than yesterday, so I must be coming off that caffeine addiction. I’ve also been trying a new diet just to see what it’s all about. It’s the Paleo Diet for Athletes by Joe Friel. Despite expectations that I should feel terrible for two weeks, I actually feel much better today. In fact, I usually don’t have any energy to blog, but tonight, no problems.
One thing I can’t do without is my scones and coffee. Yesterday, a Twitter buddy told me about almond milk, and I tried it in my coffee… Yea!
The BridgeMaXX Debacle – I signed up for high-speed internet through BridgeMaXX, but what a ripoff! Their service is practically non-existent. I’ve been on the phone with tech support so often they’re practically family. And get this, since my phone service is also through them, I’m stuck in a loop of poor connectivity. I was supposed to get an external antenna, but they bungled the coordination with my landlord. Despite her being on board, BridgeMaXX won’t follow through. Even the installer, who keeps promising to call back, never does.
The Case of the Missing Debit Card – With my internet and phone being a bust, I headed to GFS, only to discover my debit card missing. Swiped right from my wallet at the cyclocross race! Oddly, the thief left everything else. Lesson learned: never leave your bag unattended. Now, I’m juggling legal action against an IT company and dealing with lost/stolen card procedures at the bank.
Work Woes and Unpaid Holidays – Amidst this chaos, my boss decides to question my qualifications, adding to my stress. The cherry on top? Learning we have Thursday and Friday off, but Friday’s a no-pay day. Yet, I’m asked to come in anyway, to an empty, closed office. How’s that for absurdity?
That’s my trifecta of getting screwed over. Tomorrow’s mission? Tackle these issues head-on and show them I’m not someone to be messed with. Watch this space!
Your looking at my view as President Corey shares his vision for world domination. Actually at this point most members had left and I stuck around for the after party with beer and Joe Joes. 
Today was about embracing the unusual: no goals, no races, no training regimen. Just a day off with absolutely no expectations.
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