Ever since the American Mountain Classic race, all I've been doing is binging on every type of delicious food imaginable. Bacon Burgers, Burritos, Beer Boiled Brats, Birthday Cakes, Buffalo Wings, Butterfly Shrimp, etc. It appears I have an affinity for foods that start with the letter 'B', although I've been doing my best to give equal time to other letters as well, eating plenty of ice cream, drinking soda, and even the dreaded chili cheese fries while watching football with the in-laws. It's been a delicious week, other than the fact I've felt a little crumby, with allergies and maybe even a hint of a cold setting in. Coincidence?
I've hardly touched a bike since the race. Not because I haven't wanted to, but there's a long list of to-do's that I've placed on the back-burner for a while. Last night, it was time to purge the toxins I'd consumed over the past week or so. Nothing better than tacky single-track to cleanse the system. I did one of the Timp Foothill Suckers - up the bypass trail (this trail still may need an official name), up Crank, down to the Alter where I worshiped Frank for a bit, down reverse Frank (or Betty, depending on who you ask), back down the bypass trail, and home. Today, we're resurrecting the lunch group for some additional cleansing on the Timp Foothills.
Riding with no race to "train" for is actually quite fun. You should try it sometime. Push as hard or easy as you feel like. Recovery? The only recovery I'll be doing this fall is while descending some leaf-covered single track. Intervals? Intervals are for suckas.
Here is a pretty good video of the AMC. That there's some nice 1-track: