here is a sneak peak at the new thf racing jerseys. pretty cool, huh? however, i am pretty sure none of us wearing them will look quite this cute.maybe schvonzie will.
nah.
Monday, March 31, 2008
the new jerseys
here is a sneak peak at the new thf racing jerseys. pretty cool, huh? however, i am pretty sure none of us wearing them will look quite this cute.maybe schvonzie will.
nah.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
seriously...no, seriously
is the rain going to stop soon? you know, i was trying to race bikes in 1993 when it rained every day, too. it began to get pretty old pretty fast, and you know how that turned out, right? we had a lot more to worry about than silly bike races. perhaps the sun will make a comeback.
the beautiful mrs k and i had planned to go for a ride today, since i bailed on the council bluff race. seems like i was right this time, but no one likes it when you say i told you so, so i won't say i told you so. anyway, we were going to head out to the store and ride from there, since her bike is there anyway. well, the mist and the doom and gloom clouds pretty much put the kibosh on that idea. i got on the bike anyway and headed to jefferson barracks so i could make a hasty retreat if it started storming. i was a little chilled from the mist but i took it like a man. mrs k decided that her run would be just as good if she ran there, too. so while i circled the park one way, she circled the running path the other way and we waved to each other when we crossed paths.
i figured i should make the most of my day and did my long threshold intervals, sort of to make up for not racing today, sort of to make up for (not) racing yesterday. they went very well. so well in fact, that i did some more efforts on my way home. upon plugging the ol' power meter into the computer, it spit out another power record. curious. it just goes to show that i am not at a fitness deficit, i am at a skills deficit on the road. something must be done!
and to reward ourselves for a job well done (i'm not sure what that means, maybe just because it's been a looooong, hard weekend) we loaded up the boys and ate at noodles. while i'm sure there are probably some places around st. louis that might make a really good beef stroganoff, this is the only one i know of. and i really like it. my dad used to take all darn day to make the stuff, and it was worth every minute then. this is not quite up to his standards, but i got a big order so i can eat the leftovers for lunch tomorrow! the kids got mac and cheese (naturally) and eli wrecked the place. i'm almost embarrassed when we leave an eating establishment, due to the carnage left behind by the little one.
rain, rain, go away...
the beautiful mrs k and i had planned to go for a ride today, since i bailed on the council bluff race. seems like i was right this time, but no one likes it when you say i told you so, so i won't say i told you so. anyway, we were going to head out to the store and ride from there, since her bike is there anyway. well, the mist and the doom and gloom clouds pretty much put the kibosh on that idea. i got on the bike anyway and headed to jefferson barracks so i could make a hasty retreat if it started storming. i was a little chilled from the mist but i took it like a man. mrs k decided that her run would be just as good if she ran there, too. so while i circled the park one way, she circled the running path the other way and we waved to each other when we crossed paths.
i figured i should make the most of my day and did my long threshold intervals, sort of to make up for not racing today, sort of to make up for (not) racing yesterday. they went very well. so well in fact, that i did some more efforts on my way home. upon plugging the ol' power meter into the computer, it spit out another power record. curious. it just goes to show that i am not at a fitness deficit, i am at a skills deficit on the road. something must be done!
and to reward ourselves for a job well done (i'm not sure what that means, maybe just because it's been a looooong, hard weekend) we loaded up the boys and ate at noodles. while i'm sure there are probably some places around st. louis that might make a really good beef stroganoff, this is the only one i know of. and i really like it. my dad used to take all darn day to make the stuff, and it was worth every minute then. this is not quite up to his standards, but i got a big order so i can eat the leftovers for lunch tomorrow! the kids got mac and cheese (naturally) and eli wrecked the place. i'm almost embarrassed when we leave an eating establishment, due to the carnage left behind by the little one.
rain, rain, go away...
sweeeeeet
i tried to take a good photo of chris' new alma for the ghisallo blog, but the weather wasn't cooperating and frankly, as a photographer, i suck. so at the last possible minute, just as chris and his lovely fiance were bustin' out of our fair city, he took this killer shot in front. of course, it's a bit sad that the only time i will see this thing is when they're back for a visit. it would be nice if it could be a fixture on my every day off road rides (with chris riding it, of course). Saturday, March 29, 2008
i will say only this
a guy on one of these passed and dropped me today in the 1/2 race at hillsboro.those crazy kids
it's always an amazing feat when we can get a photo of all the kids...and it's actually good. i didn't take this, denise did. somehow, she caught them in some great expressions. this could be a christmas card without the screaming and fidgeting...if only it were christmas.Thursday, March 27, 2008
where is spring?
i was really getting on a roll by riding outside. to and from work a lot.
now? not so much.
i need spring. we need spring. i think the midwest is really ready to be done with the rain and the cold. it's seriously tough to look forward to the next day when it's going to be another rain out.
on a bright note, it looks like hillsboro may go off under clear skies, if not warm ones. i don't get too excited about racing at 50 degrees, but it sure beats racing at 50 degrees and rain. as far as the mtn bike race at council bluff? probably not going to happen for me. i've already gotten my usda of mud and water...for the year. that would be usya, i guess.
my friend chris and his fiance have been here for a few days to visit and to pick up his new alma 29'er. it was so nice to reconnect with him. we were best friends for years and like all grown ups, we did our separate things. life is funny like that, though, and now it's like we just picked up the conversation where we left off. now, if he would just leave that boring old colorado where he lives and move back here.....lol!
now? not so much.
i need spring. we need spring. i think the midwest is really ready to be done with the rain and the cold. it's seriously tough to look forward to the next day when it's going to be another rain out.
on a bright note, it looks like hillsboro may go off under clear skies, if not warm ones. i don't get too excited about racing at 50 degrees, but it sure beats racing at 50 degrees and rain. as far as the mtn bike race at council bluff? probably not going to happen for me. i've already gotten my usda of mud and water...for the year. that would be usya, i guess.
my friend chris and his fiance have been here for a few days to visit and to pick up his new alma 29'er. it was so nice to reconnect with him. we were best friends for years and like all grown ups, we did our separate things. life is funny like that, though, and now it's like we just picked up the conversation where we left off. now, if he would just leave that boring old colorado where he lives and move back here.....lol!
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
lamborghini reventon
i usually refrain from posting new exotic cars on my blog. i mean, what's the point? i can't afford one. my friends can't afford one. they are insanely fast and expensive, yet usually mechanically nightmares, full of electronic, computerized gimmicks.but, if you can't get excited about a lamborghini, you'd better check your pulse, dead guy.
mmmmmmuh!
it's pretty hard to get the little guy to sit still for a good hug and kiss. if you can get eli to kiss you, he makes this little sound: mmmmmmmuh! it just makes me want to squeeze him.riding, riding, riding
although i spent saturday and sunday on the trainer, i've been using my work commute for riding my bike a lot lately.
thursday, i rode to work, adding a bit to make the ride longer. friday, i rode home from work...mmm what a nice day. tail wind, too. monday, i rode home, freezing my tail off. i underdressed, and there was a mysterious east wind that hit me in the face all the way home. i ran into a friend of mine, greg, which made it more tolerable. and today, i rode to work.
riding to work today, i was trying to hook up with chris while he was here. we were to meet in west county, but we got our wires crossed and i had to go alone. so i got out to chesterfield and did my intervals there. in the wind. in the horrible wind. cross wind. head wind. never a tail wind. good workout, bad wind.
at least i was riding and not stuck in the traffic caused by the knuckleheaded truck driver on hwy 40.
thursday, i rode to work, adding a bit to make the ride longer. friday, i rode home from work...mmm what a nice day. tail wind, too. monday, i rode home, freezing my tail off. i underdressed, and there was a mysterious east wind that hit me in the face all the way home. i ran into a friend of mine, greg, which made it more tolerable. and today, i rode to work.
riding to work today, i was trying to hook up with chris while he was here. we were to meet in west county, but we got our wires crossed and i had to go alone. so i got out to chesterfield and did my intervals there. in the wind. in the horrible wind. cross wind. head wind. never a tail wind. good workout, bad wind.
at least i was riding and not stuck in the traffic caused by the knuckleheaded truck driver on hwy 40.
THF Charity Auction
don't forget about the THF charity auction. it's ending soon, and you don't want to miss the chance to win and give to a good cause.
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Monday, March 24, 2008
congratulations!
...to aron and katie rauls who are the proud parents of a bouncing baby boy, JR. ah, the joys of parenthood. good luck sleeping you two!!!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Cancellara = Spartacus
during last summers tour de france, i remember my whole family gathering 'round the tv to watch the stages. we all got so pumped up watching cancellara just throw himself into the race, winning time trials, stages that sprinters should have won, you name it. it was inspiring. and so little smack talk coming from such an animal is rare.
and he goes and does it again at sanremo. he now has the nickname "spartacus".
how fitting.
kids, do you love easter?
do you think we'd be up this early for nuthin'?
eli got twains. the easter bunny must know a thing or two about our kids!
what are you talking about? i'm not sharing this harvest of eggs with NOBODY!
bitter enemies on the egg battle field, our top gatherers can still be good sportsmen and show us a smile after the fact.
it took all available hands to rescue poor elijah from the hands of the sketchy character dressed as an easter bunny. perhaps he was peeved as a result of eli yanking on his fluffy tail. 
family photo time again. this one turned out pretty good. except for elijah, who appears to have either witnessed something amazing or has relieved himself on my new pants.Saturday, March 22, 2008
easter egg hunt at below 40 degrees
easter has always been my most hated holiday. not because i have anything against what it stands for, not at all. i'm an anti-easterite because in our minds easter has been built up to be a warm, sunny day with cute dresses for the girls, smart outfits for the boys, outdoor activities and egg hunting. yeah, right. it's always cold as deep space AND we have to do the outdoor activities. my mom always said easter was the coldest day of the year, and as an adult i now have to agree.
not that my opinion of easter has deterred the little guy at all. he was itching to go to the annual st. francis park st. louis hills easter egg hunt. he clutched his basket like it was a weapon.
the st. louis hills neighborhood association has built quite a show with this event. there were hundreds of people there, with 5 taped off areas for the different age groups of kids. i felt like i was at a bike race when the woman in charge began speaking through her megaphone to bark out directions for the hunt, and then she even blew the horn on the thing like buddy or dave ploch!
as the orders were given, eli positioned himself on the line. the older kids were instructing him on how to best conquer the egg field. someone broke the tape, making for a confusing start.
but he was off! he had his 5 egg limit in the basket before you could say peter cotton tail! there were more eggs than everyone thought, though, so he just kept collecting. (no-belt alert on left!)
he ended up with 8 or 9 eggs total, and immediately set out to eat their contents entirely.
i took a photo of hanna standing in front of a couple of the egg fields. all of those colored dots on the ground are eggs. there were hundreds and hundreds to satisfy the throngs of kids. it was an amazing site at 39 degrees to see so many people so intense about an egg hunt.
hanna and tyson bolted out from the tape on a side where most kids weren't standing. they had a whole section to themselves. again, a 5 egg limit was imposed but universally ignored by most. the older kids had bigger prizes than tootsie rolls, such as gift certificates to ted drewes and even a $25 cash prize. luckily, no one was trampled or hurt, because giving kids cash prizes is always risky business.
once hanna reached the limit, she had to negotiate the crowd. this pic is just a glimpse into the number of kids that were there. this was the 7 to 8 year old crowd only. how many kids live in the st. louis hills area??
tyson: in, 5 egg limit, out. nuff said.
not that my opinion of easter has deterred the little guy at all. he was itching to go to the annual st. francis park st. louis hills easter egg hunt. he clutched his basket like it was a weapon.
the st. louis hills neighborhood association has built quite a show with this event. there were hundreds of people there, with 5 taped off areas for the different age groups of kids. i felt like i was at a bike race when the woman in charge began speaking through her megaphone to bark out directions for the hunt, and then she even blew the horn on the thing like buddy or dave ploch!
as the orders were given, eli positioned himself on the line. the older kids were instructing him on how to best conquer the egg field. someone broke the tape, making for a confusing start.
but he was off! he had his 5 egg limit in the basket before you could say peter cotton tail! there were more eggs than everyone thought, though, so he just kept collecting. (no-belt alert on left!)
he ended up with 8 or 9 eggs total, and immediately set out to eat their contents entirely.
i took a photo of hanna standing in front of a couple of the egg fields. all of those colored dots on the ground are eggs. there were hundreds and hundreds to satisfy the throngs of kids. it was an amazing site at 39 degrees to see so many people so intense about an egg hunt.
hanna and tyson bolted out from the tape on a side where most kids weren't standing. they had a whole section to themselves. again, a 5 egg limit was imposed but universally ignored by most. the older kids had bigger prizes than tootsie rolls, such as gift certificates to ted drewes and even a $25 cash prize. luckily, no one was trampled or hurt, because giving kids cash prizes is always risky business.
once hanna reached the limit, she had to negotiate the crowd. this pic is just a glimpse into the number of kids that were there. this was the 7 to 8 year old crowd only. how many kids live in the st. louis hills area??
tyson: in, 5 egg limit, out. nuff said....................................................
all in all, it was fun but very cold. the kids got candy and two ted drewes vouchers. eli was very, very angry that we had to curtail his candy consumption. he truly could have kept eating until his round little belly popped.
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