Tuesdays are the Worst

kennyAllen wrote about how Mondays are not actually the worst day of the week. I agree.

When I'm training hard, racing and traveling to events I say that TUESDAYS ARE THE WORST.

This past weekend we had our team training camp in Memphis. It was really nice. I cut work early on Friday-- 'cause the man's been giving it to me hard lately-- and rode my time trial bike for 2 hours. Saturday was 5 hours then Sunday was nearly 4 hours.

Come Monday folks are like "man, aren't you dead?" Well, my legs are a little tired, but I've still got some bounce in my step.

But Tuesdays...ugh. LP has to get our industrial sized shoe horn to wedge me out of the bed. I'm racked and it's all because of my friend DOMS = Delayed Onset of Muscle Soreness. Man, it takes about 48 hours to hit but that guy is a pill.

But anywho. Team camp went well. I'm about 10-13 pounds over race weight and I'm working on losing that-- we'll post info. on that later-- but I was surprised that I was able to not embarass myself. I honestly don't think I've done a 5 hour ride in over a year. Man, that's a long time on the bike and my arse paid for it.

And speaking of paying for it-- this weekend is my first race of the year; Rouge-Roubaix in Baton Rouge. Modelled after the original Hell of the North, Paris-Roubaix, the race is a little over 100 miles and includes some really gnarly dirt and gravel roads.

I'm super excited about the suffering that is going to occur since I'll be traveling with my road dog zackPe. We're staying with his aunt in Red Stick and I'll also get to see his mom again. It's gonna be kind of weird. I have not seen her since the Grateful Dead concert and our "night." I'm thinking about telling Zack the truth, that I'm his dad, this weekend.