More Pro as of 2/19/08

I will be attempting to conduct myself in a more adult like manner, more PRO you may say. You may not?

bookmark this... http://davebreslin.blogspot.com/

Fishing has been a little slow... http://wildmountaintrout.blogspot.com/

Rocky IV TYPE TRAINING DAY

I haven't talked about riding a bike in a while since base training is just a slow grind that numbs my creativity. Today was different. I headed out to get in 4 hours in the wind, often snowy but more often sleet in my face conditions. I thought about turning around when I got up on the levy and the west wind was forcing me to ride at a 45* angle to stay on the bike path, but then I thought about EP and knew he would be sitting in his tanning bed getting ready to go train in some sunny climate and pushed on.

I rode up passed the Chain of Rocks Bridge to Fort Belafontaine and did a loop on the gravel trail and then tried to find some new trails which turned out to be a little soft. A little soft might be an understatement. It was peanut butter mud and I had to stop to clean my tires and brakes because my wheels had stopped spinning. The STL is not blessed with the endless BOCOMO style gravel roads I read about. When I left the Fort the weather picked up and the sleet was coming at my grill pretty hard. I pushed on knowing that at this point EP was probably sitting in a hot bubble bath shaving his arms.

I passed by Spanish Lake but didn't think that riding the trails would be so much fun in the mud so I did a loop around the Columbia River Bottoms. It started out great. 23 mph on my CX bike singing along at the top of my lungs to a sweet show from the solid year of Phish, 2000. "Forgive me if I don't sing in the key!!!" I knew that I was sliding into the pain cave without feeling it and would have to claw my way out; it was an out and back. I hit the turn around point and it was like magic; the sweet Glide>Axilla> Taste eargasm. I sung along as the NW wind belted me in the face with more sleet. This time it hurt and I could barely see the trail through my not- so clear- iced- up- lenses. I stopped at the visitor center, filled my bottles while Trey had the Taste peaking like a 1995 Bordeaux, or so I have heard, help me out with that one if you can!

By the time I passed the Chain of Rocks again I was ready for my first real workout of 2008. I didn't really have a choice. I got my heart rate up a had a nice 30 min long tempo effort which felt easy. A good base helps.

The endorphin rush has awakened my senses once again.

what a game.

The cake was really good. At least a woman who was at the party ate the "score" before the majority of people knew what was up...

Riding in the snow and baking...

It's amazing how much free time I have when I have a rest week... I did have some fun riding in fresh powder on my mountain bike on Thursday night and again for 2 hours last night. Last night was tough because it had become kinda slushy... I'm ready for the game today.

I almost thought twice before I wrote the 19-0 on there... Almost.

More moving motivational moments...

Read into this. If you are a Giants fan or lying there for an hour in your tanning bed, know that I watched this movie last night and it meant a lot to me. Now I'm going to train... BONSAI!

Gisele as well: A day in the life of Tom Brady

You may wake up some day in the morning and wonder: What would it be like to be Tom Brady right now.

Well I have your answer.

You wake up around 7:30 a.m. You look beside you and remember that you are dating Gisele Bundchen. So you say good morning. Then you walk into your apartment kitchen, and slice your self a nice warm piece of Coach Belichick's humble pie.

You open up the sports section of the Boston Globe, flip to the football section and admire your stats for a quick moment.

Now, it's time to raise some paparazzi hell. You go look in your old storage closet and find a plastic medical boot that you used once when you were injured in college.

You then, at that moment, decide that you have hurt your left ankle. You choose to wear this out, not thinking what Patriots fans will think of this. Then you call Gisele in and tell her that she's coming on a walk with you.

You walk out. Then go outside.

All of a sudden a bunch of photographers come running toward you flashing film at your mysterious medical boot. You get so bothered that you decide to go back home. By then, it's time for practice.

You hop in the Porsche and drive on down to Foxboro and park inside Gillette Stadium. You walk into the locker room, and every one of your teammates is just looking at you blankly. You know why they are staring. They saw the pictures of the boot.

Which brings us to our main point. Being Tom Brady might be fun, but pulling off the scandals that Mr. Brady does, might be near impossible.
-bleacherreport.com

Blackness...

Tarmac Pro. Cat II road racing is too hard so I'll just be all the pro I can be training on tubies... This bike is really fun to ride.

Epic Marathon. Will be 22.5 lbs (with pedals) with Stans 1210 gram race wheels...Pirtle wrecking machine.

The S-Works Tricross. Check out the TJ approved TRP carbon brakes below.


Jens Seven Aerios. I rode the rollers for the second time this year yesterday b/c it was too icy. It sucked.

The his and hers edition S-Works Tricross. Definitely gay.