one bike down...

I finally have time to update my blog since I'm sitting around waiting for the police to show up (I hope it's Officer Eberlein). Someone stole my mountain bike today, and I'm pissed. I live in a small "secured entrance" condo building, and my bike was locked up with a cruiser bike and Pete's cross bike frame in a random closet in the hallway of our building. They've been locked up there for months. When Pete came home today, he discovered his cross bike frame (probably more expensive than my entire mountain bike) was sitting in the laundry room across from the closet our bikes were in...so he knew the lock had been cut. Sure as shit, my mountain bike was gone. Did I mention I'm pissed? I'm totally creeped out that someone was in our building today...either someone has keys, or someone else let them in (I'm totally assuming no one who lives in our building actually stole the bike...we know everyone, and they've all had plenty of opportunities to swipe our bikes before this). And they used some significant cable-cutters on the lock, so they knew what they were coming for. Oh, and I hope the idiot who took it didn't have a car when they came to steal it and planned to ride away on it fast...because it didn't have pedals on it. Anyway, if you happen to see a dark blue/purple Cannondale F400 with a Rock-Shox seatpost on it...feel free to derby with the asshole riding it.

Here's a picture of me and my mountain bike at SlickRock in Moab...oh the fun we had together.













Getting my mountain bike stolen just tops off two bad days of biking. Opus didn't go so well yesterday, starting with the fact that a couple of geese decided to wander onto the course during our race, which caused a chain reaction that led to two Bettys going down. Twice in one week I've heard the horrible sounds of a bike crash which freaks me out. Both Bettys were okay...just some nasty road rash and cracked helmets...still scary stuff though. I'm lucky I didn't get goosed (giggle). Anyway, I got dropped right after the goose incident, and then just rode around the course for nine laps trying to get a good workout in. Then I watched Petey Pablo's race, and we headed home - oh, and we got hailed on while riding home too. Good times.

Racing on weeknights is not good for me. I get so amped up that I can't sleep. So when I got home from Opus, and ate dinner around 9:30, I think my heart rate was still above 100...at least it felt like it. I figured a few glasses of wine would help, but really, they didn't, and it took forever for me to fall asleep. And the worst part was that Letterman had freak-boy Tom Cruise as a guest...what a disappointment for the one night I'm up late. I had to settle for Kurt Russell on Leno. I was looking forward to Conan, and only got through the opening dialogue before my heart rate finally dropped. When I woke up this morning, I was really dehydrated and felt like I had gotten hit by a bus....or a goose.

My legs felt tired today, but I still decided to do the Black Dog Time Trial. Let me just say up front that I don't like TTs. They're boring, and I don't like doing boring things. Plus they're hard. And it was really windy. So it was extra hard. But I like the Silver Cycling team, so I totally like supporting their events...and, they were kind enough to add a "Women's Stock" category this year...so I felt obligated to race The Dog at least once. And now my legs are completely trashed.

And someone stole my mountain bike.