This month of April is ripping on by. And of course the old folks continue to remind me that time only speeds up the older we get.
So I am very thankful for my healthy teeth and active knees. Extremely Grateful for the ability to hop on a bike and ride in any direction. Pure Freedom
Do yourself a huge favor and NEVER snap an old spoke. If fact, just about everything about a 26inch is a royal pain in the A$$.
The first bike shop that I walked into, they sort of blew me off, informed me that I had to visit the Bike Shop on North Ave because they are the Mavic dealer in town. So I rode the commuter over there and they advised me to buy a new DT Swiss wheel set. Sure, I have a slush fund for that.
Talk about a royal rim job. Turns out that this particular wheel was built in 2003, come on Ebay!!! Wish me luck
How about these little cuties. Happy Little Fluff Balls!! Three new chickens!! Happy And Healthy. They are Amber The Humans new babies and they sure put a smile on my face.
Broke the Top 50 on Strava and the Top 5 are only like 10 minutes faster. I know realistically that I will be able to drop 4 minutes off my time for a Top 10. I was unaware of this segment and this was just 46 minutes of my 4 hour + ride that day.
Soon, I will be on the Midnight Racer, 13 min shouldn't be all that hard. A standard westerlies prevailing tailwind would be beneficial and welcomed. I am currently on the GT 1996 MTB with "slicks" these days and its considered a tank for Strava PR's.
Been up in the foothills and everything is so green and alive. Love That, I Feed Off That, Bring On The Blooming Wildflowers!!!
And this was just crazy. I couldn't get away from them!! There were 5 crash dummies just cruising along in a hybrid. I was petrified that I was about to witness an accident at any moment.
I immediately flashed back to the movie The Jerk,"He Hates These Cans. There Are More Cans Here. Cans!!" That is just one of the many brilliant scenes from that flick. Hope this resinates with you and you are able to appreciate the humor.
Enjoyed a simple outing with friends last weekend. Took a lot of convincing to get these boys to ride with me. I continued to reassure them that I wouldn't push the pace, I would ride off and leave them, AND that they would enjoy the River Trail. THAT, We Did
BB brought up the topic of your worst top 5 bands and without even having to think about it, I spouted out Guns & Roses. That was about the only one that came to mind for me. The Dude & BB both fulfilled their list rather quickly.
Then, Covers Better Than OG, and I abruptly claimed any tune covering BoB Dylan.Right? BB claims he has a version of Little Wing by The Man In Black Johnny Cash that "smokes" the original. The Dude piped in with Gagsters Paradise cover that I just played on my show. We all laughed at that one. I mentioned Keller Williams covering Frank Zappa's Dinah Moe Humm. We all filled that list while we rode the River Front Trail and reminisced about concerts we attended. Boys Being Boys
A fresh blanket of pristine fluffy snow covered the town of Steamboat for our arrival. For me, felt like Christmas morning. Steamboat Springs is absolutely beautiful and lived up to its reputation.
We at MAD Racing were honored for the third year for timing the Cody ( 11th Year ) Challenge. Personally, I enjoyed the entire weekend and all ways have. The competitors are cool, low stress, and the whole event turns into one big party afterwards.
NUMBERS:
Running - 17.2 miles
Cycling - 176.75 miles
Not Too Bad For 11 Days In And 5 Travel Days
Tested Out This Beast - Flipping Radical
RADIO SHOW:
On Air Tonight!! Way Stoked About It!! 2 1/2 hours of 1920's swing, 1930's big band, and all of the songs are well recognizable cover tunes. While hosting the Magic Carpet Ride, will tease the sports world. Feel free to stream HERE and will have the webcam on as well. Again, Pretty Stoked About It
Will edit this section tomorrow and add the link to stream up to two weeks after - here - in case you have family obligations or something better on TV was happening tonight.
The Magic Carpet Ride takes flight at 6:30pm Colorado Time and Concludes at 9pm Mountain Time Zone. Come Take A Ride
or here ( https://www.radiofreeamerica.com/show/magic-carpet-ride-1-kafm-community-radio )
This Show Kicked A$$!! Started out with Alicia Keys from her Grammy performance were she played two pianos at once and talked about songs that she WISHED she had written. From there, unreal. The amount of phones calls blew my mind. I was rather dubious about playing a show like this but it was beyond well received. Phuc Yes
You will experience cover tunes of The Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Bee Gees, MJ, Men At Work, And All Kinds of Wacky Jams. I am rather pleased about the flow of this show and would be interested in your feed back.
ORTHO:
Randomly worked on a gal in steamboat that was having a shoulder issue from her hotel pillow/bed. She was surprised with my style of work and even mentioned that she thought I was out of my mind working with her vertically. Cracked Me Up
She finished strong and sought me out to thank me. We ended up talking for hours. We effortlessly found common topics and I really appreciated how genuine she carried herself. The free beer from the title sponsor help keep the conversation fluid.
Looking back, I was under the impression that I was jaded and all bound up, but all those thoughts washed away while we chatted along. Plus, she lives in Tennessee, that helped to lift any pressure.
CYCLING:
Just so happen that I picked a tough day for a bike ride. Then, Biking Through Life brought me a little perspective. They just rode under these conditions for almost 60 miles of gravel road racing. That crew might have consumed a few brews while hammering down on those cranks.
NCAA Baby!!
Can You Say Domination?? I picked Virginia for two reasons. #1 They were bounced out in the first round last year so they must be playing with a chip on their shoulder. #2 I had a pretty good idea that everyone was on the Duke bandwagon.
The highlight for me was banking on Texas Tech losing to Duke in the Final Four. I rode the coat tails of the Player of the Year for T.T. and that was the winning move in our league. Virginia claiming Victory was just a little icing on the bragging rights. YES
Mikey called me the other night and I found that to be very odd. I always call him. I was in the middle of 5,000 things but I took his call anyway. So you could only imagine what a punch in the gut it was for me. Why U Might Ask?
During the World Series run of 1998, Booker lived in our hotel during home games. He would always leave tickets for employees and always hooked me up with road tix when I was traveling. The 1998 years was epic, to say the least. I caught at LEAST one of the home games from the 3 to 4 game series and those games were at Jack Murphy Stadium. AKA The Murph. I traveled to Chi-Town, Milwaukee, New York, San Fran, Smell-A, Colorado, Arizona, Atlanta, and St Louis for ball games that year.
My seats were always fantastic but I would keep my eye on the front row behind home plate. By the 7th or 8th inning I would sneak my way down and sit there as if I owned the place. Made ESPN highlights a few times during that run of 98. Trevor Hoffman would dominate the 9th inning and there I was, front row, wearing a Padres hat, cheering him on. So many Hall Of Fame players on that 98 team.
Booker was the Bullpen Coach at the time, after the game, the RP's and back up catchers would walk towards the dugout, through the infield, within an ear shot, I would yell, " Booker!" Eventually, as the Playoffs approached, they all would wave or give a nod in my direction.
Booker always had a grin on his face and later coined my with the title of Super Fan. Even my coworkers called me Super Fan. Even though we all knew that I was in love with Mr Padre, Tony Gywwn.
Backing up a bit, I and friends would travel out to Peoria, AZ for Spring Training every year. We established this yearly adventure in the early 90's and I loved it. Every year was pretty normal but Spring of 1998 was different. The vibe was different. The players were so personable and relaxed that year. They Knew, We Knew, It WAS Going To Happen.
Booker was such a cool dude. He was one of those guys that took the time to listen. No matter what, he made you feel important. 58 is way too young. We kept in touch through CrackBook but hadn't seen each other in years. Damn
We last spoke over the phone when he was the skipper for the Syracuse Chiefs. He asked me all kinds of questions about my life and talked with enthusiasm about his son and his own family. That was Booker, no time for himself, always smiling and wanted to know about you. Phuc - N - A
The good news is the fact that Booker knew how to live life. I would be sad about his passing if he was a gelatinous couch blob. Booker was full of life, rich with success, and carried himself the way that you would want your own child to be. Booker, I will toast in your honor during the NCAA Championship Showdown Tomorrow Night.
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I don't know this TTM guy but little did he know, he incapsulated the true giving nature of Mr Gregory Booker. Its only a minute and 50sec long, thanx for watching.
So Now, Please Take This Time To Remind The Ones You Love, WHY You Love Them. Go Ahead, Pick Up The Phone, Reach Out, Make It Count.
Rest In Peace Brother
P.S. Booker also was a relief pitcher for The Padres during the famous 1984 season. He was fortunate enough to have experienced the World Series as a player and coach. The stories he told me about those jaw dropping events, will never forget, and he shared those tales with a smile.
Talk about a Month that actually flew by, March blew past me at super sonic speeds. For a 31 day month, surfed a full spectrum of emotions, I welcome April with open arms. I am looking forward to some righteous single track lined with colorful blooming desert flowers, that painful neck ache from starring at the twinkling stars above, and skinny dipping in the clear cold mountain run off. Love Those Slime Covered River Rocks
Ortho:
Ortho-Bionomy works wonders, despite me. HA
I snipped a couple of cuttings off my mother plant for a friend of mine that just purchased a newer home. Just happened to be a Cholla Jumping Cactus.
Sure as all get out, they did the old bush the leg against, knee jerk reaction is that inevitable yank trick. A happy barbed end remained just below the surface.
Causally, I intertwined my arm with theirs for support and offered comfort without speaking of concerns. Our bodies have spirals, auras, and vibrational qualities that offer healing components. All I do is exaggerate those energy fields. With our arms comfortable, I spun a spiral, that yellow barb became pickable with tweezers. Sh*t you not and they were my witness. They Understood With Optimism
An elderly client returned with a wonderful story to share with me. Their poor arthritic knuckles really stiffened up this past winter. Wish I had video taped her face while they shared their experience.
They enjoy puttering around their front yard and pruning their "delightful rose gardens" but last year their hands just weren't strong enough for that chore. Could you imagine, not being able to immerse yourself in your favorite hobby???
After our session, with pruning shears in hand, they whittled away, PAIN FREE. Talk about a face that lit up right before my very eyes. Moments Like That...
Back when I was midway through Massage school, a dear friend, very respected member of this Valley, developed The Big C, passed away within the calendars year. Will never forget that phone call that I am about to share with you. They called me to ask if I would sub their show. I was living, working, and going to school in Crested Butte at that time. The more we updated each other, the bomb was dropped.
After graduation, we worked together weekly. During this time together, ups and downs, I made the conscious decision that I would NEVER charge a terminal client OR THEIR family members. I am approaching ten years of this explicable choice. Simply Giving Back
I recently entered the home of a wonderful old friend that is living in fear after being diagnosed with Stage 4 Liver Cancer. So frail, translucent skin, and sunken eyes. I fought off my own issues and projected the best of spirits and got to work. Shortly into our session, dawned on me, they needed to speak. This leaves an indelible impression on my mind.
Over the course of about 30 minutes, incredibly touching, they shared their regrets, their precious past, friends of and from the past, pets, they spoke as if they were grieving their own death. I Am So Fortunate
Cycling:
It wasn't necessarily the time on the bike this month, more the time of moving through situations. Visualizing projects from certain angles before wasting time swimming against them. And that Might Colorado River has quickly become Wonka's Chocolate River.
The rookies are out as well. I don't mind and I embrace standard protocol when approaching these novice wonders of this meandering society. Friendly hello, passing on your left with plenty of room, and what happy dogs are my usual expressions when addressing fellow trail users.
I am reminded of this when I see a friendly local passing by. Its a reboot of sorts, perspective, chance to talk weather, exchange pleasantries and on we go. I Appreciate Those Coincidences
Have been focusing on my ROM with regards to my ankle and foot articulations and whats producing power, whats burn out, and whats efficient of that abrupt situation. Where is my awareness when my hips are fully rotating, where are my elbows in relations to my wrist, and whats my ergonomics in general.
However, daydreaming is my normal demeanor while the wheels go round and round. Giggling in my own head, observing beautiful birds of pray in flight, and enjoying the random cloud formations that rule our Western Colorado horizon or the forever bluebird sky lines. Ether Way, I Am On My Bike
Radio Show:
I will be hosting the Magic Carpet Ride on the 11th of April at 6:30pm. I really enjoy this particular time slot and looking forward to creating an enjoyable show for all walks of life. I have a few weeks for melting together a program. Any Requests??
March Numbers:
Run - 35.1 ( 107mi for the year )
Bike - 611 ( 1,565.8 mi for the year )
Hours - 46
Activities - 47
PR's - 15
Traveling - 12 Days on the Road
Wednesday's Single Track Selfie - Like WoW- 97th Fastest Time on Strava
Today marked the 6 month anniversary of Shadow Boys newest journey. Light Speed Boy
This above photo was when The Boy was in his prime. The Boy Dog was five years old in this photo and just under 105 pounds. I know this because that was the last Summer with his old backpack. I bought him a new one for his 6th Birthday MONTH. Shadow Boy carried more oxytocin then any other dog I have ever grown with.
I honored his spirit with a little bike ride. Figured it would be a good idea to drink myself into a deep sleep Wednesday evening but I can reassure you this was a brutal approach to the day ahead. Woke up just after 3am with my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth while wearing yesterdays clothes.
A few cups of joe in my gut, bit under dressed, on the road towards Loma at 4:27am, I set out on my silent horse. Technically, I wasn't hungover because I was still intoxicated. But the streets were silent as only the elders were shuffling around inside their homes. A moon filled "morning" illuminated the River Tail between those pesky ominous clouds. These conditions were perfect for a day in the saddle.
A true casual ride out to the boat ramp put-in at Loma. I spooked myself good as a squirrel or a rodent of some sort shot along the brush near me while I was in space out mode. 22.3 miles into it and the air was clear, the clouds danced with the Full Moon, and my body felt rather relaxed and strong.
I rode west back towards town with this absolutely magnificent sunrise ahead of me. This sunrise brought out all of my bottled up emotions and I haven't cried like that in a long time. Well, like 6 months ago. Made it back for a bathroom break, nuked a cup of joe, threw down some yogurt, dried fruit, and granola before heading out. 48.1 miles and 3 hours and 10 minutes in
Started out due west again but Mother Nature blew down from the Continental Divide. So what the hell, turned and rode towards Palisade embracing the breeze. My legs felt decent at this point, low back was holding up, and my cadence was consciously slowing. Just Turning The Cranks
Mr Moon floated in the sky behind me but as Mr Sun washed out its magnitude. The concrete River Trail is only defined until 33 1/2 road and then you're spit out onto pavement. I rode north towards G Road and arrived in downtown Palisade at 8:50am and 51.3 miles on those sit bones.
Riding through the quaint town of Palisade has always been a joy for me. Palisade is one of those towns that you will find comfort and ease while visiting. Eventually, I faced the beast, a 900ft climb at 19%, just as a kick in the belly, or a training session for the young. I Hammered Along
East Orchard Mesa is dormant as can be. A majority of the peach farmers have cleaned up all the under brush, pruned those limbs, and have prepared for an early season start up. Me, I was beginning to think a rest would be cool. I knew I had this in me but I was tired of my old engrams circling around in my own head. Could Have Used An iPod
Sure, the wind assistance carried me along those rolling hills of East Orchard Mesa until my eyes were distracted by the back breaking work of migrant workers planting pepper plant. Could have been an early squash plant variety or corn for all I know. But it was a real perspective moment for me. Here I am, surrounded by my own issues, these guys are busting there A$$ off, I am riding a bike. With Them Starring At Months Of Real Labor Ahead
About a mile from the River Trail at Eagle Rim Park, The Boy Dog cried down upon me. It wasn't a heavy rain by any means but it sure was an emotional moment. That is how I viewed the situation at that moment in time. Shadow Boy's tears!! 60.4 miles as I dropping back down onto the city floor
I rested myself while consuming a wrap of two farm fresh scrambled eggs, cubed sautéed yams, goat cheese, minced garlic, cilantro, diced organic red bell pepper, my own vida mixed garbanzo beans, and micro greens. Nuked another cup of joe, changed out my base layer, filled my bladder, and headed out west towards Loma again. Holy Smokes!! Mr Sun was baking the Grand Valley and the humidity was prevalent. I almost regretted my decision wearing the LOKI base as I began my grind towards Loma.
The ride to Loma was way uneventful and arrived just before the noon hour. This put me at 80.7 miles, two peanut butter GU's, two rocks, stiff elbows, sore A$$ cheeks, and a heart full of gratitude. I had just witnessed Bald Eagles, jumping trout, an unreal sunrise, imagines that shed my tears, commuters riding by without a thought of any experience of this day, rabbits hoping, a crazy killer sunrise, and what faced me was a wall of darkness. The Front Was Sitting On The Colorado National Monument
Mother Nature was about to unleash her fury. I didn't have the legs to out run this barrage of weather creeping my way. The fierce winds were straight out of the west and I actually sang Ride Like The Wind by Christopher Cross. Rain began to pelt my backside but I rode the cusp of the front back into the heart of this valley. Legs pretty much spent, tear ducts pretty much dry, back pretty stiff, ready to hop off the bike in general, Boy Dog, I Miss You. 94.7 miles and 10 hours and 7 minutes. Mission Accomplished! The Boy Dog passed away way too young at the age of 13. 13 x 7 = 91
Rest in Peace Bleu Girl and Boy Dog. Every dog, I do mean EVERY, wanted to Phuc with Bleu Girl. Dogs were just unable to comprehend her ability to circum to her wet nose. Because of her behavior, dogs attacked her. She would just roll over in a submissive, classic possum response, until normalcy returned.
But Shadow Boy was the younger brother and never once showcased any A$$ Hole behaviors towards her. In Bleu Girls señor ---- AUTO Correction!!! ----- señor, CLASSIC. In Bleu's senior years, The Boy Dog would present her with his right hip as a human would offer up an elbow to a blind person. Together they would carry on like two peas in a pod. The Boy Dog
In conclusion, I am writing this under the influence of, just cracked, fifth Liquid Paradise, and pure exhaustion. As wonderful as that hot shower felt, I am beat. For those of you reading this, Phuc Yes I Thought About You
Here ( https://www.radiofreeamerica.com/show/puttin-down-roots-1-kafm-community-radio ) is the link from my radio show Wednesday afternoon. I really enjoyed this show, the flow, and the mix. Such a righteous time slot!! Loads of phone calls, text messages from my streaming friends, and a very quick 2 1/2hours while LP"s spun circles on the turntable. This link is only good for the next two weeks. Hope Ya Dig It
Toast To Our Beloved Pets And Extra Treats
The Padre
KAFM held its Spring Member FUNd Drive and this is one of my favorite weeks at KAFM. I truly enjoy seeing old faces, meeting new folks, and reconnecting with the community again. Some of my most valuable antiques are my old friends.
For some damn reason, I put a hurtin' on the Ol Liver this past week. It wasn't my intention but I might have consumed more cans than needed. Friday night, first night of the drive, the Beer Geeks hosted a beer tasting with food paring. There were 14 verities and I only passed on the Sour Beers.
Saturday was the "famous" bloody mary brunch and Sunday night was another successful concert in the Radio Room with Moores & McCumber.
So instead of stopping there, well, you can only imagine.
ORTHO:
Sessions have been " routine" as of lately. Thats good and odd, really. I mean, I do like a challenge every now and then. But normalcy is working for everyone these days.
Of Course, I did have that one session, old engrams creeped back up. So pisses me off. As a practitioner, I prefer to deflect any personal chatting with a client because my responses or projects WILL show up in their body. Example: If I tell YOU that my new born just passed away from SIDS, whats your reaction???? Did you feel it?? NOW, just for the record, I HAVEN'T HAD ANY CHILDREN!!
This particular client has been dealing with a long drawn out divorce. At some point, the topic of the dating pool surfaced, I was then asked about dating. This is the slippery slope of what to say, how to answer, and what is not accessible discussions during a session.
I immediately found my diaphragm, stayed grounded in my feet, solid in my hips, and maintained my own energy and politely responded with a simply soft not swimming these days reference and causally quizzed them regarding their own headspace. This response allowed them to discharge out their mouth and subconsciously maintain their own power.
What was swirling around in my own head was the fact that I just recently saw my ex at a natural sight. It Phuc-N sucked!! My gut tightened up, fought with the twitterpated feelings, and that cause so much build up and turmoil inside me that I damn near puked. Why do I do this to myself? They couldn't give a SH*T about the situation.
For me, love isn't necessarily gazing into each others eyes, but rather two people looking in the same direction together. Clearly, my gaze at that time was a lonely sight into the stars. What A Dumb A$$
Weather:
Did I ever get caught in a crazy sideways storm earlier this week. Rode early on Tuesday and nearly beat the rain on my return trip. However, I did outride the hail storm. So Thats Cool
Wednesdays ride was pretty sweet and uneventful, thankfully. Thursday was sort of windy but the temp was perfect for riding. Thursday evening stargazing was magnificent with healthy clear skies and a less than half full moon.
Now, its the spring time runoff. Will start snapping a few photos of the Mighty Colorado River for reference here. I see that Vail ( 8,000ft / 2400m ) Colorado will be in the 50F's. Yikes
RADIO SHOW:
My next scheduled show will be on the 26th of March. As PERTH so kindly asked, I will post a quick reminder on Sunday or Monday beforehand. But then, Coach just asked me if I would be able to cover Imagine's 4pm time slot tomorrow. U Bet I Said
I have pulled out some tasty cover tunes for this Wednesday's show. Stoked about a George Harrison and Eric Clapton rendition of While My Guitar Gently Weeps, Sheryl Crow and Luckas Nelson ripping out a Midnight Rider, and a bad A$$ original Cream by Prince live from 2004.
Its going to be a quick two and a half hour show as I have THREE hours worth of music in the cue. Will fire up the turntables as well with that distinct scratchy popping of a needle dancing in the grooves of some hot wax. Its Going To Be A Gr8 Show
ONE OF THOSE MOMENTS:
My dear friend SA sent me this photo from our Sushi Rolling party. This was me back in 2011. Like Wow. I was so skinny and I remember this night very well. We had an absolute blast!! SA had a polaroid camera, smaller version compared to the 1980's style. So Much Fun
Mother Nature dumped about 6-8 inches but now that I retell the story, easily 14 inches of snow that night. The Boy Dog and my friend Eagle headed out and plowed around in the fresh stuff. Eagle hung in there for about an hour and The Boy And I accompanied back to the house.
Loaded up my jacket with a couple more beverages and The Boy Dog & I were off into the night. That is what I miss about Shadow Boy. He was ALWAYS ready to go. We were in the town of Red Cliff Colorado and nobody was out in that tiny little community. Love That
Well Timed Sent Photo
CYCLING:
Pulled out the old Galaxy Jersey from when I used to ride for them and found some single track on Friday. Thats Right, First MTB Ride of 2019!! Life is good!! Its amazing how cruising the commuter bike rolls without sound and the Yeti has that certain well know vibrational quality of knobbies meeting the pavement. Dig That Sound
I actually thought about this blog when I was posing for this shot. Reminded me of when I would post these on CrackBook, back when I enjoyed CrackBook. Its funny now observing others reaction when I say that I am no long on CrackBook. And I sure as Phuc don't miss it.
Pleasantly surprised by how strong the legs feel. My cardiovascular system still carries the winter blues but its a wonderful feeling just being one with the bike again. Our single track offers prime conditions at the moment. Very tacky and rolling fast. Few sections I probably rode faster than my abilities but no broken clavicle. So I Got That Going For Me
MID MARCH NUMBERS:
Running - 9.5
Riding - 92
Activities - 8
PR's - 3
283 Cycling Miles For The Month
For as toxic as I was this past week, not bad on the numbers front. Lifting, thats been a different story. This past week was all about light weights, controlling the ROM, and higher reps count. Burning
GOALS:
Focusing At The Gym
Ride With Confidence
Hosting Brilliant Shows
Laugh
Celebrate Avery's 3rd Birthday
Be Well, Stay Strong, & Think Of Others First
Cheers
