Not Just Surviving

I seem to be weathering the snomaggeddon just fine. The trick? Eating. A lot.

Think about it. On Thanksgiving and Christmas, do you ever have an insane urge to ride? I don't. I sometimes have the masochistic need to further hurt myself after already doing some damage to a holiday spread of turkey, ham, potatoes, pie, etc. But that particular desire for pain comes from being food-drunk (and also alcohol-drunk) and isn't exactly the same kind that motivates me to go on Hains Point noon ride. So this weekend, I put myself in a state of food-comatose bliss and ate a whole bunch of gross food. Several pounds of pizza, candy, and soda later, I can safely say that I have no urge to ride 50+ miles this weekend.

I did make it out for a ride today though. A couple of the District Velocity guys posted an impromptu cyclocross stage race in the city and I couldn't resist. Obvious the need to do stupid things was driving this decision and I soon found myself being launched through the air and landing on my head on more than one occasion. We sure got a ton of stares as people were wondering why these lycra-clad weirdos were riding down a sledding hill on their bikes. Somewhere along the ride, I got a slow leak in my tubeless setup, which I was totally expecting since I haven't put new tubeless juice in those wheels since August. I also somehow broke the mount for the racheting buckle on my Sidis. Nearly every part of the Dominator buckle system is replaceable and I had to break the one that was hard-mounted into the shoe's upper. Lame. I called it a day, took a hot shower that made my toes sting, and ate the last bits of pizza I had in the fridge. Besides all the broken bike stuff, I'd say I'm surviving the Snowpacalypse just fine.