Life On Two Wheels

Along the river and toward the mountains a morning shadow shimmers across the road. The rays of the first light jet through the trees and across a figure gliding upon the road. His breath trails in short spurts, petrified as it hits the icy air. All is quiet except the slight sound of the athlete as he summons himself for yet another days work. Soon the rest of the world will bustle with life as well and the brief simplicity of cyclist and nature will disappear into the everyday struggle of life in full motion; the errands and intervals, the appointments and intersections, and the deadlines and finish lines OutPaceTheRace

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Boulder, CO- Feb 11, '06

The one area that I've never been to in the US and seem to have a bit of a fascination for is the plains area. The flat, bare, farmland. Here in Colorado, they have a bit of this, the mountains, as I said before, give way to the plains & you can look out across them and wonder what's over the hill. When I rode today, I got farther and farther from the mountains, always curious what might be on the other side of the cultivated hill- a little barn? Perhaps another farm? I know I’m getting a bit quixotic here, but I was enthralled by the simplicity and tranquility that radiated from the area.
When I first arrived I thought I was immune to the altitude, but as I rode today I was a victim of the height & felt like a great plain serpent was asphyxiated to my neck- rather unpleasant really. But if history serves me, as it traditionally has, the elevation should have little effect after a day with a few good hard efforts like today. So hopefully I feel like myself again tomorrow.
I leave on Monday for the start of the California training camp, should be enjoyable.

posted by Tom Peterson @ 5:27 PM