New Bike!

I suppose every truly epic story needs a beginning.....
or maybe if I just get started with a beginning a truly epic story will fall into place.

Spent four hours getting fitted for my new wheels last week and now my new ride is finally home and on the trainer. Spun hard intervals yesterday for 50 minutes - am debating on what to name the bike. It needs to be a word that translates to either 'obscene speed' and/or 'intense pleasure' (and no, i won't name the bike 'ecstasy' or 'orgasm' - but i do appreciate the suggestions and did consider it probaly for far too long) I can't wait to get it out on the road....one more final fit to play with the aerobar adjustments and then it will get cut and buttoned up.

So the point of this blog is to share with you (ideally) the stories that unfold around this triathlon season...
Not that I can see into the future or anything but I know this year will be an interesting one. My races are taking me literally all over the country, so even if I get flats, cramps, and crash in every single one of my races and totally suck - the stories of the roadtrips, new venues and new people will at least prove to be entertainment enough.

Perfect example #1:
On April 25th my first race in Florida (St. Anthonys Triathlon - elite amateurs) the travel crew already includes Myself, Bridget and Jordan - with the very probable addition of 2 of my favorite GAIAS Alum - Patrick & Sam! Pair that with the promise I made to not drink alcohol during training (until after that race) - means that Sunday April 25th at approximately 9am - I will (once again, ideally) be crossing the finish line hours....no, more like minutes....ok, yeah seconds....ahead of my competition.... to where Bridget will be waiting with mimosa in hand for me, and yes. after three months of no booze - we will have our own consumption marathon on the beaches of western florida until late monday night.

Goal: Foot Doctor tomorrow morning - (I might have found myself floating face up in the hot tub last week starring at the stars while pouring slush pelted my eyeballs, praying to someone/thing to "please forget about any previous prayer for fortune, grades, or love - just "fix my fucking foot" "please and thank you. amen" So tomorrow morning is a big day at Podiatrist Fischers office. If he tells my I won't be able to run, I hope he is prepared for the aggresion and sobbing that will sure to follow.

Countdown:
12 days to Cali <3
55 days to 1st Race!!!

Quote of the Day:
Dum spiro, spero (Latin), "While I breath, I hope".
-- Latin Proverb

Here's to Peace, Optimism, & Whole Grains,
Aubs