My hope for the Mohican is cool temps and low humidity. According to online sources (I know, pathetic, but still better than a weather rock) the weather looks great. I am stoked. Stoke-ED.
Y’know, I’m just going for a long mountain bike ride on Saturday. It’ll be fun.
What happens when I get back? Well, I begin running. I want to be as fit as I can be by September. I want to lose all of my lazy-fat and get slim and fit. I want to be a well-oiled machine come Rugged Red time. And I want to feel like I have a fighting chance at completing a 50k trail run around the time of the Cloudsplitter 100. We’ll see what happens then.
Bike shop guy informed me that I have a Strava fan. The guy’s faster than me, a better climber on the bike, but he has been perusing my rides because I pick good routes. To me that’s a hard-to-beat compliment. I’d rather someone be excited because I turned them onto an enjoyable route than feel crushed because they can’t steal a KOM away from me.
But if I lose 30 pounds he won’t be able to steal away any more from me.
Ah, it’s all in good fun! Right?
This week has been a whirlwind of good ju-ju. I’m on the cusp of being a certified planner. Some things are churning behind the scenes that might just play out into a huge career step for me. And my community is moving along a progressive and encouraging path. I’m trying to be the one to bring all the existing threads and strands of effort together into one cohesive cord.
The more I talk with people the more positive energy gets a-boilin’ and the closer we’ll be to seeing some real beneficial plans and actions.
I’m posting this late on Thursday. I was out this morning on a field trip and was unable to get something posted before lunch. I’ve been nibbling at this post for a few hours in between other things. I apologize in advance, but I promise by Monday you’ll most likely have a long, drawn out, ramblicious, and hilarity-filled Mohican 100k trip report.