Rule # 52 Broken is Normal

So I got back outside on my bike friday. Yes, the friday that it was like 50 degreees, pouring rain that had began very early the night before, I was outside mountain biking through the sludge, muck, wet, and cold. I then realized the beauty of rain coats...because eberyone knows you appreciate things more when you are without them. It was great fun. I felt like a caged beast finally let free to roam a slow moving, well fed field of wildebeast...or zebra, whichever you prefer. It was most wonderful. I couldn't help but enjoy every single second of finally feeling wind on my face. Of course, the ride ended when the rain picked up a whole lot and i realized I was frozen. The best part was that when I got done I looked at my reflection in the car and realized I was literally covered in mud from head to toe.

I got some new tires in on saturday that I ordered off the internet. They are some tires for cyclocross for the mountain bike so that I dont have to deal with the rolling resistance of the mountain bike tires during the races. Naturally I had to try them out. So sunday I wake up, hang out, kinda get ready to go then head out the door to go up to Auburn, Georgia to a cyclocross course to try out the tires. Anyways, its about 30-45 minutes away and I was just chillin, listenin to music on the way up so i wouldnt get my heart rate up cause I had a really tough workout to do. I'm about up there, realize I forgot my biking shoes and have to turn around and go back. So when I finally get home and get my shoes I just decide to ride on some mtn bike trails near the house. Im ridin' along, in the middle of an interval and I hear something. So I stop and look at my back wheel and boom...rule 52. I'd broke a spoke. It seems that I cant get on a bike without breaking something atleast once a week...maybe its my superhuman strength...O well. It's fun.

Till next time, wear tights and break things!

Bikes, Tykes, and Treadmills

In every man's life comes a time when he must 'take one for the team' and sit out a week. I've already done that so hopefully I won't be out of action like that again. I recently was in the gnarliest bike wreck. I got 14 stitches, a possible concussion, road rash, the works. Of course I also got one of the most painful weeks of bed rest, and the locals before the stitches didn't feel too great either...well neither does it feel good when they have to did through scabs to pull out the stitches. None the less, I got some cool scars and a fun story...for the strong stomached. Though, with the addition of scars and disfigurement came my nieces skepticism toward me...again. Everytime I change something (dual blue mohawks, stitches, etc) my niece is never quite certain whether I'm safe. She'll be all happy and giggly...then her eyes settle on me. That pretty much ends the happy giggly Kensley. O well, it's actually kind of funny. I recently was cleared to get back on the bike after having not officially riding one for nearly 2 weeks. I thought hey this is great, I'll get to get back out and ride again, something I was itching to do. Little did I know I would spend all of my time on the treadmill for bikes. the stationary trainer. On top of that, I wasn't allowed to watch tv or anything while I was on the trainer because I was supposed to focu on my cadence. Thats been real funny, let me tell you. hopefully with this ride with my coach I'll be able to get back outside. As always, thanks for reading and wasting the last 45 seconds of your life!