Wired Cola

I suspect I've made it clear at one point or another on Wired Cola, but I'm a reasonably fit, pretty serious competitive cyclist. That was not true as recently as 2002, when I was no more than a guy who rode a bike to work sometimes.

More notably, until the Fall of 2001 I was pretty much a guy who didn't do any regular exercise, and who had never been really fit. Sometime in 1996 I managed to be less overweight than usual, but that was it.

How did this happen? The short answer is that I found a way to make exercise a habit, and all good flowed from there.

Holy moly. I won the prime sprint in last night's Tuesday Night training crit, which means I have won prime sprints in each of the last three crits I have entered. And adding glory to glory, I managed to pick up third place in the finish, too, and teammate John, after doing colossal amounts of work all race, came from way back to sprint into second place, and good on him!

Viva Forteanism!

Well, let's be clear: he is cruising to victory in the greatest bike race in the world, I'm showing remarkable power and ability in local low-category racing. But qualifiers aside, let's talk about Lance Armstrong first:

Happy Birthday to The Lovely One! Birthday wishes to rsaloust at hotmail dotcom. Hopefully, the deck box waiting for her on the back patio will be exactly what she wanted. Tonight we go out to Wild Rice, and then for a little light Shakespeare.

Okay, the big guns have been quiet since Tuesday, if you're interested in the GC. Friday isn't much more important, and should be another day where Discovery just holds down the fort while GC no-hopers (is that too technical?