Monday, May 31, 2010
So much for starting my new workout plan. Whats one day I suppose. I'm starting to turn doughy, that's what two weeks of just cardio will do to you. Went for a ride this morning with the hubby. Short ride out to the airport and back, I had a 48 hour cold, right in time for the holiday weekend. Needless to say I was struggling, no energy and a bonfire in my belly. Early morning ride with nothing but Applejacks for dinner the night before. Yeah, there's a reason I still have a baby buddha belly. Not for long though, it's booty bust'n time, and a diet revamp. I did get to bust out my sexy shorts though, white Castelli's. I had to wait till there was no chance of rain and no puddles. They turn into a public indecency charge in the rain or I look like I poo poo'ed my panties if I ride through the right puddle. They make me feel Italian though so I'm goin to Spaghetti factory.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Well I have one follower, thanks sweetie. I found American Flyers playing on encore. Does anyone else think Sergei is way too beefy to be professional cyclist? And why didn't Rae Dawn Chong get an oscar nod for her performance. Anyways, I got to ride (hill repeats) Thursday, unfortunately I ran a shorty (2 miles) beforehand. Squirrels are funny animals. I tend to think of them as some weird mutation between my siamese cat and a big mouse. I always want to grab em and rub their bellies. I know I'd be severely disappointed, they would sink their rabies laden buckteeth into my wrist or neck. One of those adorable mutant siamese cat/mice ran out in front of me, he had about 2 feet clearance. His buddy must of forgotten his little glasses back at the house cause he jammed out from behind the Marguerite and right under my tire. His tail bore the brunt of the damage. He was squirrel cussing at me like you wouldn't believe, so I yelled back at him. The yard man working on the house in front of where all this was going down must of thought I was some crazy gringa. Rest of the ride was uneventful, like I mentioned it was hill repeat day, short, cute, little hills just waitin for me. I'm a bit of a pus when it comes to descending so I tend to enjoy the ascent more then anything. I like to think of myself as a capretta (italian for little goat). Tomorrow is a short ride, hopefully. I ran again today and I think I saw four eyes, so I pointed at him and gave him some squirrley stink eye.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
As I sit here writing my first entry, which I never thought I'd be doing. And no, I'm not doing this because I've watched Julie & Julia one too many times. I feel like I have something to share with a certain percentage of the population, .oo3% hopefully (please no math nerds need to reply, I just thought that percentage looked good).
As you can tell by the title it's a cycling based blog. I chose Freebird because that's the feeling I get when riding. Have you ever been riding along and a hawk or chicken follows you. Well maybe not the chicken, they just stare at you. But I like chickens and they get me excited when I see them. Back to the hawk, they just glide along with you above the road effortlessly. Birds are born with the freedom we pay for and break bones for. Another reason is my mom used to tell me that her only freedom growing up was riding her bike. And the last reason is that it is quite possibly the best song ever written, and the words fit when you ride. Try it next time you go ride, maybe you'll be riding along singing and hear in a deeper louder voice"...and this bird you cannot change..." coming up behind you or across the street. It will be like in the Little Rascals when they give each other the hi-sign before coming into the clubhouse. It's more romantic then the head nod , wave, or heaven forbid nothing at all (that one's for another post).
So, what I'm trying to say is Freebird velo celebrates the romance, adventure, tradition and gossip that goes along with the world of cycling.