Monday?

Last Sunday's 100 mile ride.  That's Mike (front) and Paul in front of me (I'm in black) after I pulled them up the hill.  That's Contador way back after we dropped him like a dirty sock. [by the way, selling photos when you've already paid a high entry fee is pathetic and out-dated.  It's digital baby, get a life!]

I'm all out of whack (more than usual) after working yesterday.  We get into such a routine existence that simple things like working a weekend day makes the world seem askew.  I mostly just sat at my desk and looked outwardly busy, even though my boss wasn't physically there to view my ineffective web surfing.

Meeting up with Mtnrunner2 today for an easy couple hour run.  Then who knows?  I imagine some beer and food are in my future.  What I do know is that, sadly, the Giro d'italia e finito.  Alberto Contador controlled the tour in a manner that leaves little doubt about the outcome of the Tour de France.  I think I watched him give stage wins to other riders (i.e. sat up and coasted behind them instead of bolting for the finish line) on three stages.  The sad part about cycling for me after watching and loving the sport for 24 years now is that there is a residue of doubt when I see a performance like Contador's over the last few weeks, "wonder whether he's boosted by something."  I've become so callous to the subject that I can finally just enjoy watching the races again (after roughly 10 years of boycotting them).

Thanks to those who serve and have served our country.  The US is pretty messed up overall but I'm thankful to the defenders of it that we speak English.