Foo - Weekends...

Why is it that come Sunday night, I always think to myself "Damn, I'm glad that's over with"?

My two days of "rest" are always the ones that work me over the hardest. Over the past couple of months it's been one (or more) of the following:

1. Fly to Denver to "hang out" with my mom and fakedad (shopping 6 hours a day is NOT fun)

2. Drive to a bike race 110-340 miles away, kill myself 8 times, then drive all the way back

3. Drive to a bike race 90 miles away, hang with my Dad, kill myself in the race, hang out on the boat the next day then drive home sunburnt and smelling of lake.

4. Drive 340 miles for a job interview (didn't go well), then hang out at the lake. Drive 340 miles home after spending the whole day getting cooked on the beach.

5. Drive 2.5 hours over the flatlands to spend 11 hours in the sun shooting prairie dogs with high powered rifles. Drive all the way back home reeking of sunscreen, bug spray, and gunpowder... Somehow STILL covered in mosquito bites.

6. Get on bike around 11am. Get off of bike around 5pm. Shower. Begin evening of driving drunken acquaintances around until 2am (sometimes later).

7. Grab sleeping bag, food, gun. Leave Saturday morning for the woods. Kill everything in woods. Return Sunday night.



I'm beginning to think work is the easier part of my week! :mad:

You need to relax a little and start having some fun on the weekends.


That's one reason (besides my speed - or lack thereof) I was never interested in racing. I don't want it to take the joy out getting on a bike.

well, cypress.. noone twisted your arm to do all this:p

I mean cut down and relax!

Yeah, You need to have fun. I love my weekends. Nothing but fun being had here. I soo didn't want to get out of bed this morning to come to work and I had a VERY good reason not to get out of bed.:D

I've never had so much fun biking like I have in the last month.

Rob a bank. Your weekends will soon become a lot less event filled.

Actually Cypress your weekends don't sound all that bad. You just sound busy. I would be grateful for that if I was you. :)

I was thinking the same thing there for a while, I have since decided to take some time off from racing. It's amazing how much more relaxed my life has become.

I was thinking the same thing there for a while, I have since decided to take some time off from racing. It's amazing how much more relaxed my life has become.

Good point, if your racing and not having fun anymore then thats an great example to start taking a break.

Now I just get to train for racing.


Vicious cycle!

More of 7 and less 1-6 maybe?

Only joking...

Seriously, consider living in NC. Lots of great folks here, and a number of BF'ers, including some Foo'ers. :)


Why is it that come Sunday night, I always think to myself "Damn, I'm glad that's over with"?

My two days of "rest" are always the ones that work me over the hardest. Over the past couple of months it's been one (or more) of the following:

1. Fly to Denver to "hang out" with my mom and fakedad (shopping 6 hours a day is NOT fun)


You won't be expected to fly out to Denver so frequently.



2. Drive to a bike race 110-340 miles away, kill myself 8 times, then drive all the way back

3. Drive to a bike race 90 miles away, hang with my Dad, kill myself in the race, hang out on the boat the next day then drive home sunburnt and smelling of lake.


Most races are within 100 miles, you'd likely crush the opposition with your superior training in MT, and you wouldn't be sunburnt or smell of lake. At worst, I expect to drive out to a race the day before, to see the route and ride it, but the races are so close, it's always possible to return home same day of race.



4. Drive 340 miles for a job interview (didn't go well), then hang out at the lake. Drive 340 miles home after spending the whole day getting cooked on the beach.


You could likely interview with any number of companies within easy driving distance, still hang out on a lake, or even on the Atlantic coast, and not necessarily get cooked at the lake, though you might get cooked on a real beach. ;)



5. Drive 2.5 hours over the flatlands to spend 11 hours in the sun shooting prairie dogs with high powered rifles. Drive all the way back home reeking of sunscreen, bug spray, and gunpowder... Somehow STILL covered in mosquito bites.


You only need to drive into areas outside the city to shoot your guns. And there are plenty of 'possums and the like to score, what doesn't wind up as roadkill. :rolleyes:



6. Get on bike around 11am. Get off of bike around 5pm. Shower. Begin evening of driving drunken acquaintances around until 2am (sometimes later).


Meh. You could do that here, too. But, as the only folks you'd know in this area would be either not so drunken when out and about, or would be drinkin' at home or within walkin' distance of the bar, you'd never have to be a DD again. :)



7. Grab sleeping bag, food, gun. Leave Saturday morning for the woods. Kill everything in woods. Return Sunday night.


mmkay. You got me there. I think there are some limits on what you can kill out in the woods, outside of city limits, without a license. :o

So, I guess one out of seven is a reason not to come to NC. :(

Note to other Foo'ers: I'm still interested in a CabanaBoy to keep things in order here. As soon as I build my recirc lap pool. :D

Stop complaining. Driving 340 miles in Montana is at most only a 3 hr. drive.

That long, jyo?! :eek:

I thought all one has to do is stick a previous speeding citation on the dashboard, and then floor it. <confused Vega look> Or is that so '90's?

Actually, everything is hundreds of miles from bozeman.

Where did you go for your job interview? Spokane? SLC?