My recent travels have offset my schedule, so new bloggery will have to wait. Until then, head over to CyclingDirt.org to check out words scribed by yours truly in preparation for the Trans-Sylvania Epic.
Click this link, do it:
http://www.cyclingdirt.org/blogs/blogger/fancyshpants/10865-the-trans-sylvania-epic-or-how-im-learning-to-stop-fearing-training-programs
I will be doing a blog post every couple of weeks until the event to show my progress with a training program provided by Chris Eatough. Then, I get to bring all of the excitement of Trans-Sylvania to the greater public through video coverage of the event. This may be as close as I get to "living the dream," and I reckon I'm pretty excited about it. So, be sure to scan CyclingDirt over the next ten weeks to see how things are progressing.
Also, I plan to have all the tales and visuals from Colorado up by the weekend, but (as always) I promise nothing.
The weather has turned for the better, and I plan to spend more time riding (and pickin' banjo on the porch). Not having to stare at snow is very uplifting, but comes nowhere near the feeling of being back on the mountain bike after a few months break. The other day was consumed by simple fire-road scouting, but I plan to be on the trails by Thursday. I will have a couple hours to play around, so I will most likely try to hit a quick Shingletown loop, then head over to Tussey Ridge to reacquaint myself with its spectacular scenery and stones. Seems like a solid plan if you ask me, but no one ever asks me, so you get it unsolicited (you're welcome).
I will keep this one short, and leave you with this here fine tunage from one of my favorite banjoists: John Hartford. I couldn't seem to keep this song out of my head while flying back home. Plus, this seems like a perfect summery tune to celebrate the change of seasons.
Enjoy, yall.
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