"You are what you love"...

..."and not what loves you back"

this weekend was fabulous. it was like a spanish sentence: ¡exclamation points at both ends! wonderful ride on friday, pleasant low-intensity hill climb on saturday, and road race on the (almost) best course ever on sunday. everyone had really good races and the manimal finally shook out his stanky legs and secured a suitably high placing. i love hills. i love hills so much. they make me smile. the tar heels also make me smile. however i am not smiling at the prospect of missing the INSANITY and ENERGY of chapel THRILL the night of the big game. i almost don't want them to win because i'll be so jealous of the aftermath. e.g., 2005:
madness, glorious madness.

congrats go out to b-towners, who represented all across the region this weekend. whether it was shredding the gnar at clemson, crushing the competition at tsali, destroying souls at lees mccrae, or just throwing down in brevard's big beautiful backyard, you guys all did awesome.

also: coolest thing ever. i had a dream about doing wheelies and finally managed to pull one off. yes, totally weak that it was the first time i'd ever done one, but still. very exciting.
also also: thad is now apparently the fashion police and will call you OUT for wearing the same dress three days in a row...

Waterlogged

i don't like this rain. i also don't like this cold. i don't like it when spring behaves like spring. i like it when spring behaves like early summer. however, the weather did motivate me to run art loeb/north slope and that was cool. and painful. dirty wes d probably has it right..."running's for poor folks."

i also don't like it when the boyfriend is gone all day servicing rich people. then he comes home at like 9:30 with armloads of cts shirts and sram stickers and super delicious pro bars. it's not fair. the only service i can give to rich people is a perfect hazelnut mocha. and chances are they'll refuse it because it's not skim. oh, i can also babysit neurotic children and take care of pools. which reminds me, i really want to post pictures of the house where i'm pool-sitting. it's epic.

i do like beets. a lot. i bought some at ingles last night for my AMAZING roasted vegetable salad and i felt like i was totally pulling the wool over their eyes! i paid a dollar for this ugly dirty piece of rubble, took it home, peeled it, and got a ruby! wow!

today was cool because i showed a segment of 'earthed 5' to my clase de espanol and they all oohed and ahhed appropriately. now they associate that with collegiate racing. which is so, so, wrong. but good for our image.

Number One!

i don't have anything of merit to say today. that's sort of status quo. i just wanted to start one of these things. it's self-aggrandizement.

i mean, except that a good percentage of the english (y español) speaking (hablando) world (mundo) has been begging me to blog.

i went for a fat tire ride after the rain ended. i was throwing down so much torque that when i went through puddles, lo and behold, they became lakes. i was at my lactic threshold the whole time. except that my body processes lactic acid so efficiently that i have to train at my citric threshold.

at the shindig (if you weren't there, shame on you):
there's been a lot of dancing recently. i would not be opposed to a lot more dance parties in the future. sassface and disco ball dan, this means you!

in the timeless words of robbie hart, "you mean your name's going to be julia gulia?"

--the hoo