w00T!

As in..... w00T I'm riding my bike again!!!! 8 weeks laid up with whatever the hell the infection was that I developed after returning from MiX and an ensuing knee surgery was interminable. It's a time span that I have never come close to in terms of a layoff from exercise. When I was a kid I'd chase pretty much any kind of ball (although mostly the leather ones with the pentagons and hexagons) and from there it was mountain biking and then the anything goes circus of AR. My favorite mind altering substance is back and probably just in time. Baby Momma might have kicked me to the curb if I spent another evening moping about my inability to run or bike.

My playground is new. I've traded my mountain bike trails in NJ for the Schuykill River section of Fairmount Park in center city Philly. And the net result is my inner Hugo (Walker) is emerging. Bigtime. As I spin along peacefully on my mtb I notice myself drawn to road bike wheels like a fat kid to a free cake. The groups that are passing me are like double chocolate cake. The ones I'm passing are more like some nasty pineapple and coconut flavor. The objective with the fast ones: hang on until the lactic acid starts to pile up. I rescued my cyclocross bike today to even the odds a bit but I was laughing the other night recalling stories of Hugo chasing down packs of Central Parks cyclists on his mountain bike. I may lose any off-road skills but I've found a new game to play in my new urban digs.