<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:51:51.499-05:00</updated><category term='MTB races'/><category term='Things'/><category term='MTB Training'/><category term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Dirt Dawg Biker</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-1214182590007195250</id><published>2010-04-13T11:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T11:50:19.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Craming for Cohutta</title><content type='html'>Although I have been staying pretty fit over the winter I have not ridden as much as I would have liked. It was a combination of reasons that caused the lack of saddle time so no blame can be placed anywhere except on me. Damn! So with the Cohutta 100 MTB race less than two weeks away I was feeling like the big test was coming and I needed to cram for it. Enter Tony and his 6.5 hour training ride planned for Saturday. I figured this would be a great opportunity to gauge my fitness and determine if I could survive the race on sheer will and power reserves. As well as get some trail time with Tony. That's always a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rolled along just fine for about 6 hours, or just a bit more, when Tony double flatted out on the single track. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Now how often does that happen?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Not often!&lt;/span&gt; So with a little juggling and macgyver action we got back to the extraction point with nothing but some tired legs and empty CO2...All Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evaluating after the ride I determined that I'm good to go on the Cohutta mission so signed up and well see how it rolls out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how the race turns out I'll have some good miles, on a great course, with some great friends. Sounds good to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-1214182590007195250?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/1214182590007195250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=1214182590007195250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/1214182590007195250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/1214182590007195250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2010/04/craming-for-cohutta.html' title='Craming for Cohutta'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-5174354079239952908</id><published>2009-08-25T15:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:02:54.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus on the big race</title><content type='html'>I've decided to pass on the &lt;a href="http://www.charlottemtnbike.com/"&gt;Rivers Edge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.charlottemtnbike.com/"&gt; MTB&lt;/a&gt; race this weekend. It was a last minute decision to do the race so why not a last minute one to bag it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I hear it's a really great place to ride some single track but since my goal race is in Oct...AND, I'm just coming of the 18hrs on the farm race, It was really not a wise choice to do it! Better to have another week of easy training and then ramp it back up again for the 12 hr race at &lt;a href="http://www.dirtyspokes.com/information_unicoi.php"&gt;Unicoi&lt;/a&gt; then to risk an injury! It's happened before so I am being smarter this year&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;...it's about time huh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the training focuses on October 24th and the 12hr race! I'm feeling better about it already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-5174354079239952908?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/5174354079239952908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=5174354079239952908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/5174354079239952908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/5174354079239952908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2009/08/focus-on-big-race.html' title='Focus on the big race'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-7260982895129544800</id><published>2009-08-20T09:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:11:08.892-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Aching old bones</title><content type='html'>Getting back to training is always the hardest after a few days off. The old knees are always the first to show their age and put up a fight! But they can't win all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ache or not the training must go on....so as usual I'll just down some pain killers and get to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that some day they'll have some good options for replacing old knees and discs that can hold up to the wear and tear I put on them! I know NASA has to have some space age something or other in a dark corner of their basement...right? I mean come on, what are they really doing with all the money anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older I get the more I'll grind those bones down to a nub so I'll keep on enjoying the ride while I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;...and come on NASA, give up the goods already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-7260982895129544800?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/7260982895129544800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=7260982895129544800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/7260982895129544800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/7260982895129544800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2009/08/aching-old-bones.html' title='Aching old bones'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-6112296286577214399</id><published>2009-08-19T17:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:11:00.840-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTB Training'/><title type='text'>Getting back to it!</title><content type='html'>After 3 days off recovering from the 18hr race I'm ready to start back with some training! I feel really good so I'm starting off with a nice easy spin over to Tea Kwon Do class and back. That will loosen everything up...I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I will be ready to ease into some longer riding on the weekend! Another 10days until the River's Edge 50 miler in Charlotte so I'll be taking it pretty easy overall but mentally gearing up for the race!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-6112296286577214399?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/6112296286577214399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=6112296286577214399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/6112296286577214399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/6112296286577214399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2009/08/getting-back-to-it.html' title='Getting back to it!'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-6431746688304590476</id><published>2009-08-18T12:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:38:44.946-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTB races'/><title type='text'>18 Hours of fun on the farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I first have to say how much I love this race venue! It's some really sweet single track with a great mix of climbs, speedy downhills, and some technical patches to keep you on your toes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first year Tony and I did this race it had been rescheduled because of a storm that brought down some trees on the course. They moved it to November and the temps at night went down below 30 degrees and I was way unprepared for the cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;In a word it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; horrible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next year I had an injury that prevented me from racing, so finally getting to race this year was exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SosPJB4vzjI/AAAAAAAAAO8/6JaOaKb9LVA/s1600-h/queen-of-the-pit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SosPJB4vzjI/AAAAAAAAAO8/6JaOaKb9LVA/s320/queen-of-the-pit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371403628369137202" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sara, (my wife), and I got there around 1:30. The race started at 4 PM giving us plenty of time to get signed in and set up the PIT. It was pretty hot and we were sweating like mad so I was trying to stay hydrated while running around getting everything set up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The pre-race meeting at 3:15 was nothing major and afterwords I picked up a double espresso on ice at the vendor on site. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;That was awesome and really hit the spot 30 min before race start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At the start of the race we did a short parade lap that sort of thinned out the group as we dumped into the single track for the first lap. I was feeling really, really good for the first 3 lap...knocking them out in around 54-56 mins stopping quickly in the pit to change out bottles and then hit the trail again. I wanted to try and get 4 laps in before I had to go out with lights on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;The less time I can ride with that light on my helmet the better. After awhile it feels like a brick up there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SosPmJKC2_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/CI8v8npjXLY/s1600-h/pit-crew-at-work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SosPmJKC2_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/CI8v8npjXLY/s320/pit-crew-at-work.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371404128536943602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the last 1/4 mile before the PIT I picked up a nail in my rear tire and had to run it into the PIT. This really sucked because I was running smoothly on adrenaline and feeling so good about how the laps were flowing and this threw me off. I was running tubeless so this was not a reparable flat. Good thing I brought my spare wheels! Although this set was not tubeless, and weighed so much more, with Tony's help in calming me down, we changed out the cassette, mounted the wheel and I was off on another lap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I calmed down after that PIT stop and got back into the groove and focused on my main goals at this race:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Have fun! Really, that has been my plan for this season, just ride how you feel and have fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. Complete 12 laps. I just thought that was a nice number :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some time around 12:30 or so I rolled up on Tony and we rode the rest of the lap together. Nice and easy taking it in stride. It was a good thing too because with about 2.5 miles to go on the lap Tony's light went out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Dead battery!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; So if I would have rolled by like he said to he would have been in the dark...but we made it through the lap without any problems! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Awesome..nobody left behind bro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SosP2Q7fYyI/AAAAAAAAAPM/UgDbmbQJfdw/s1600-h/late-night-strech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SosP2Q7fYyI/AAAAAAAAAPM/UgDbmbQJfdw/s320/late-night-strech.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371404405501289250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When we got back to the PIT I had to throw my battery on charge to make sure I had enough juice to get through the rest of the night laps. So I hooked everything up to charge and changed out my Kit, took in some good calories and hydration and stretched for about an hour or so! that felt really great and it was right on time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At 2 AM I rolled back out and knocked out 2 fast laps. I felt like I was flying on these laps. It must have been the dry jersey and the full tummy that made things feel right with the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I took a quick break of about 30 mins to put the battery on charge again to ensure I would get through the last dark lap without my lights going out and good thing I did because I think I was running very, very low on juice. But I got through and by that time dawn was coming and things started to lighten up. So I knew when I got to the PIT I could dump the light system for the remaining laps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SosQN6AcmtI/AAAAAAAAAPU/mN1bZxnrN7k/s1600-h/heading-back-out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SosQN6AcmtI/AAAAAAAAAPU/mN1bZxnrN7k/s320/heading-back-out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371404811664923346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I only had to do 3 more laps when 6 AM rolled around so I knew I had no problem reaching the lap goal. I just followed the same plan that was working all race, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;have fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;ride how you can each lap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;stop at the PIT and change bottles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;keep on rolling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;and that worked out just fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The last lap I really took my time. I had 2.5 hours to finish it and was not going to hurt myself  getting the job done! I rolled into the timing shoot with 1:16 left to ride but at that point I knew I had 3rd wrapped up and even doing a 13th lap wouldn't move me up any so I called it over at that piont and headed for the showers to wash off the trail!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was really a better result than I could have hoped for! A great time, great race, great company and some awesome memories until next year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Maybe I can move up the podium a notch!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-6431746688304590476?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/6431746688304590476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=6431746688304590476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/6431746688304590476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/6431746688304590476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2009/08/18-hours-of-fun-on-farm.html' title='18 Hours of fun on the farm'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SosPJB4vzjI/AAAAAAAAAO8/6JaOaKb9LVA/s72-c/queen-of-the-pit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-8480461186452056600</id><published>2009-08-13T12:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:10:40.854-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTB Training'/><title type='text'>The dreaded Taper</title><content type='html'>The worst training week for me is always the taper week. This is the hardest week to get right. Not only is everyone's taper different, every time I have a race and taper into it, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm different&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;physically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;not totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;.....we'll you know what I mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wasn't different then my training wouldn't be working anyway and I might as well forgo the taper and just race like an idiot and see how long I can go before blowing out a quad or something. But I guess I have faith in my coach and training and I go into the taper thinking I will come out on the other side better than I was going in!&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; (although I do always mentally cross my fingers during the taper week )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it never fails that I feel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;slow, fat, old, achy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;(fill in your adjective here)&lt;/span&gt;, it just feels bad when my body gets to slow down and fully recover from all the stress that has been placed on it for the past 3, 4 maybe even 8 weeks since the last true taper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll just slug along and hope it's working like it's supposed to...! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;( Please work, please work, oh please.....) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see at the race on Saturday. I don't usually start feeling comfortable during a race until at least 2 hrs into it anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how it goes :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-8480461186452056600?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/8480461186452056600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=8480461186452056600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/8480461186452056600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/8480461186452056600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2009/08/dreaded-taper.html' title='The dreaded Taper'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-7843987383822581559</id><published>2009-08-10T13:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:27:12.719-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTB Training'/><title type='text'>Just when everything was going so well!</title><content type='html'>It always seems to be something that wants to throw out it's leg and trip me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything with my training is going as planned and I was/am feeling great and ready to ride some awesome single track at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;18hrs on the farm&lt;/span&gt; this coming weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;...and this is a big but...I went to charge up my light system Friday afternoon and my battery will not hold a charge!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;This really sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And of course by the time I realize this is a problem the customer service department at NiteRider is closed until Monday...AND, they are on Pacific time! Start the mild panic about now folks. This is a pretty important piece of equipment for this race since your riding at least half of the time in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I over-nighted the system to them today and now all that I can do is wait and see what unfolds! They are really great about their customer service and even looked up the race to see if they would be anywhere in the area...unfortunetley they are not, but I'm guessing they would have figured out how to get them to me at the race site...AWESOME HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If for some reason they can't get the lights back to me I'll be bringing my duct tape and a flashlight to attached to my helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Look out everybody..crazy rider comin through!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-7843987383822581559?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/7843987383822581559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=7843987383822581559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/7843987383822581559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/7843987383822581559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-when-everything-was-going-so-well.html' title='Just when everything was going so well!'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-3666282152154958598</id><published>2009-08-07T16:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:23:03.696-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTB Training'/><title type='text'>Stop and smell the trail dust!</title><content type='html'>I caught myself doing what I was trying not to....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself when I started training again this year that I would not loose sight of what is most important with racing...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;HAVE FUN&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started thinking about all the training up to this point. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What nutrition plan I'm going to use. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many laps do I need to finish in the top 5, the top 10. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What should my strategy be; go out fast and knock out laps early...hold a steady pace and crawl along like the turtle of my childhood stories. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on a minute Georgie...I thought you wanted to just enjoy the season and race for the fun of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, that's right....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"Just Shut Up and Have Fun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the &lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mantra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for this season...and don't you forget it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-3666282152154958598?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/3666282152154958598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=3666282152154958598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/3666282152154958598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/3666282152154958598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2009/08/stop-and-smell-trail-dust.html' title='Stop and smell the trail dust!'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-638329205984488638</id><published>2009-08-06T16:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:23:42.433-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Too much sitting is bad for your health</title><content type='html'>One of the hardest things I do all day is sit at this computer. I feel better after a 6 hour mountain bike ride than I do after sitting in this chair all day. It's not that it's a crappy chair. This is a Emes chair that cost a pretty penny man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is the act of just sitting KILLS me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while I'm thinking of all the other things I would rather do than sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it, I'm made to be in motion. Those are just the genetic cards I was dealt. So let's not fight biology here folks...throw away those damn computer chairs and get moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come on...who's with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it any more!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;(uhhh, that's from the movie Network in case you didn't know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-638329205984488638?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/638329205984488638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=638329205984488638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/638329205984488638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/638329205984488638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-much-sitting-is-bad-for-your-health.html' title='Too much sitting is bad for your health'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-59261100046178398</id><published>2009-08-05T13:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:23:50.313-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTB Training'/><title type='text'>Old Knees suck</title><content type='html'>Well put in a short 2 hour ride that was just easy endurance riding. Everything was as expected until a slight ache showed up in my left knee. I've had problems with my knees for just about as long as I can remember and sometimes they're fine and sometimes they're not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it was NOT! So I'll be icing, stretching and taking pain meds to try and keep it in check so it wont mess up my upcoming 18 hr MTB race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's keep those fingers crossed...make a sacrifice to the trail gods, and throw some salt over your shoulder, just for a little luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-59261100046178398?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/59261100046178398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=59261100046178398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/59261100046178398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/59261100046178398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2009/08/old-knees-suck.html' title='Old Knees suck'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-8233942224789342089</id><published>2009-08-04T13:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:08:13.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road again</title><content type='html'>This season has been somewhat of a slow start but at least it's finally getting of the ground and on the road again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year's season was cut way too short by and injury triggered by a grueling race at the Wilderness 101. Although I didn't finish the race it is one that someday I will have to face again just to say I completed it. It's the only race I ever had to DNF from...so I have some payback to deliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress....this season is going GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have one race under my belt that went as well as can be expected with the training I had completed leading into it. If it wasn't for the crazy mechanical problems faced during the race I would have finished much higher but it was a great race non the less!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next race is the Scouts Honor 18 hrs on the Farm MTB race in Goochland VA. Great course, tough race, and bound to be a great time once again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-8233942224789342089?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/8233942224789342089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=8233942224789342089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/8233942224789342089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/8233942224789342089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-road-again.html' title='On the Road again'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-2281069867054108624</id><published>2009-01-13T10:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:43:47.806-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTB Training'/><title type='text'>Cold hurts!</title><content type='html'>Cold sucks...PERIOD!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know there are those folks who live in the north and love the snow bunny games but really, you can have it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best snow activities I had were in Hawaii on the Big Island. In the winter sometimes it would snow at the top of the Mauna Kea volcano. You can head to the top and do whatever..build a snowman...snowboard....ski...whatever!! Then, the best part, you can head down to the beach and be in the surf by dinner...HOW AWESOME IS THAT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how can I even get motivated about training in the winter when I don't have lounging on the beach afterwards to look forward to? Tell me...how?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well for now I'll have to throw on the layers, break off the snotcicles, and just picture myself lounging on the beach...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-2281069867054108624?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/2281069867054108624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=2281069867054108624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/2281069867054108624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/2281069867054108624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2009/01/cold-hurts.html' title='Cold hurts!'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-1211434096630507811</id><published>2008-12-11T16:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:24:13.721-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTB Training'/><title type='text'>Excuses, excuses!</title><content type='html'>At least I didn't have to look too far for an excuse not to ride today huh? I know, I know I have a trainer I could throw my bike on but what fun is that!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe tomorrow...or Saturday, but I heard Sunday it was going to be a little warmer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is that a shinny trail I see behind me..."What a slug"!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-1211434096630507811?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/1211434096630507811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=1211434096630507811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/1211434096630507811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/1211434096630507811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/12/excuses-excuses.html' title='Excuses, excuses!'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-2333295780321757648</id><published>2008-12-10T16:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:24:37.187-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>What can you do with a lazy dog?</title><content type='html'>I tell you what, I just haven't been jacked up about working out these days. I'm not sure if it's the cold, the holiday's coming up, old age or if I'm just plain lazy ! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could have done about 2 hrs on the trails to day but blamed my not riding on the rain...well the sprinkle. I'll gladly take any excuse these days to bag a workout...other than my Tae Kwon Do class that is. I'm still feeling my dirt munch from Saturday...neck all twisted up and shit and I'm still going to class!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing a handful of vitamin "I" can't fix right? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Thats ibuprofen for those not in the know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm just wondering what it's going to take to get my ass back in gear and be a little more consistent with my training? I sure as hell don't want to realize I needed more training when I get out in the fucking wilderness at Cohutta. That's a long way back to the start if you loose it out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we'll see how things progress over the holliday...maybe I'll have to make a new year's resolution of something...anything!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-2333295780321757648?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/2333295780321757648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=2333295780321757648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/2333295780321757648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/2333295780321757648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-can-you-do-with-lazy-dog.html' title='What can you do with a lazy dog?'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-6168091698586398699</id><published>2008-12-08T12:43:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:12:16.088-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTB Training'/><title type='text'>It's funny until someone gets hurt, then it's hilarious!!</title><content type='html'>After a pretty long hiatus from some serious training, I've finally dusted off my bikes and started to get some consistent riding under my belt. Since there's only four and a half months until the &lt;a href="http://www.newleafadventures.com/cohuttahome.html"&gt;Cohutta 100&lt;/a&gt; race, I better get my ass in gear....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hooked up with &lt;a href="http://www.type1rider.org/"&gt;Tony&lt;/a&gt; on Saturday for a few hours of snot rocket riding. It had been a few days so I was glad to get out there and just tick over the pedals for a while.  I hate riding in the cold, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;(oh the memories of 18hrs on the farm and the feeble attempt to keep my feet warm with duct tape...brrrr)&lt;/span&gt;, but I figured we would warm up pretty quick...and we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything was feeling and going great until I pulled a stupid move and tried to wheelie on the double track and promptly threw myself to the ground. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ooooh that's going to leave a mark~!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/ST1ie8OE0oI/AAAAAAAAALU/ttI9hnRHD40/s320/200px-Gluteus_maximus.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277482622048850562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although the soreness in my arm and wrist have subsided somewhat the bruise on my gluteus maximus has grown and darkened in a Rorschachian type pattern. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/ST1h3FTsY7I/AAAAAAAAALE/7ZAcU7w0hLs/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277481937293566898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So what do you see...a butterfly...or a bird...No wait, it looks like the Crab Nebula!!!"  Is that Uranus over there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 117px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/ST1iAW_U4FI/AAAAAAAAALM/UGuVkWN7_1U/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277482096658800722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'll lick my wounds a another day...head to the &lt;a href="http://www.chiropartners.com/bio_Presas.html"&gt;Chiropractor&lt;/a&gt; and get straightened out, and then get back on the Snot Rocket and ride! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;....and no more stupid pet trick...just keep it on the trail!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-6168091698586398699?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/6168091698586398699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=6168091698586398699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/6168091698586398699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/6168091698586398699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-funny-until-someone-gets-hurt-then.html' title='It&apos;s funny until someone gets hurt, then it&apos;s hilarious!!'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/ST1ie8OE0oI/AAAAAAAAALU/ttI9hnRHD40/s72-c/200px-Gluteus_maximus.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-5026617198592074362</id><published>2008-09-12T11:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:24:44.275-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>No, I'm not dead..just sleepy!!</title><content type='html'>Okay I know it's been WAAAAAY too long since I have written a post. That's what happens at the end of a season I guess...you just get a little lazy. So this is my official apology and I hope you can except it...pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just for an update on things, my back issue &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(which had plagued me for longer than I would have guessed)&lt;/span&gt; is now a memory...phewwww! I have only been keeping active and not really training in a formal sense. ..so just not getting a beer gut in other words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started taking Tae Kwon Do classes. This will come in handy when I'm out biking in Pisgah and  I roll up on a bear, He'll never know what hit em, poor bear!!....OR if I have to battle to the line at my next MTB race...&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;(try and snatch this water bottle from my hand grasshopper...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I never get to use it in those situtations I will at least have a great collection of collored belts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cheers for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-5026617198592074362?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/5026617198592074362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=5026617198592074362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/5026617198592074362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/5026617198592074362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-im-not-deadjust-sleepy.html' title='No, I&apos;m not dead..just sleepy!!'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-3954045596467231192</id><published>2008-08-21T16:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:24:51.534-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Back from the back</title><content type='html'>Things are still looking up for the back injury. It's been two weeks with no pain and I've finally...FINALLY, started doing some training again this week. Light stuff, but at least it's stuff. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just some easy jogging, light weights and a little spinning on the trainer just to make sure there are no lingering issues to be concerned about. So far so good so I'm just pushing forward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I might get some trail time this weekend with Tony. Maybe even get to demo an &lt;a href="http://www.intensecycles.com/2008/bikes.php?model=spider29"&gt;Intense Spider &lt;/a&gt;29er....Ooohhh that's a sweet looking bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SK3XabhQQVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cfUxAMmp_Nc/s1600-h/intenseSpider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SK3XabhQQVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cfUxAMmp_Nc/s320/intenseSpider.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237078790765560146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even if I don't demo it this weekend I'll still get out there on the old reliable "Super G" and get my trail legs back under me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully if all is going well through the next week I might be able to do the &lt;a href="http://www.charlottemtnbike.com/"&gt;Riverfest 50 miler&lt;/a&gt;. Then end the season with 12hrs in the PIT...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(that's if they ever get the damn thing organized already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-3954045596467231192?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/3954045596467231192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=3954045596467231192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/3954045596467231192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/3954045596467231192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-from-back.html' title='Back from the back'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SK3XabhQQVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cfUxAMmp_Nc/s72-c/intenseSpider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-1073092453619957336</id><published>2008-08-20T15:34:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:25:02.831-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTB races'/><title type='text'>I'm an athletic supporter! (insert snicker here)</title><content type='html'>For me it's hard to think about going to a race without actually racing. I find the standing around...cheering.....waiting....cheering...waiting...pretty painful. In most cases I would rather schedule a root canal...but that's just me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this past weekend I had the chance to support my friend, &lt;a href="http://www.type1rider.org/"&gt;Tony...aka Type1Rider&lt;/a&gt;, at the 18hrs on the farm MTB race in VA...a race that I planned to do but was sidelined with an injury.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(Please refer to my earlier post if you are interested in the details of my latest self induced pain and suffering)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony and I did this race last year when it was rescheduled to Nov due to a storm that took out some trees on the course and they needed to be cleared. Needless to say the temperature was a little different in August! We almost lost some toes to frostbite last year..well, okay that's a little exaggerated...but it was really cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year I was off the bike and on the sidelines for 18hrs of supporting fun. My wife, Sara, and I would be keeping Tony fueled...hydrated...motivated...and whatever else it took to help him reach his goal at this race! Last year was 8 laps...this year had to be at least 9 and a top ten finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SKx2Z_RoDhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/m_25Saej7cQ/s1600-h/pit-dejure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SKx2Z_RoDhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/m_25Saej7cQ/s320/pit-dejure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236690655579213330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The pit de jure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roll out for this race was 4PM. So lots of night riding at this one which is awesome and Tony digs those night stealth missions anyway! The pack was led out by a guy on a unicycle...yeah, you heard me, a unicycle! I got pics!! check em!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SKx2QTx9ImI/AAAAAAAAAHk/sf1AssHkANY/s1600-h/unicycle-dude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SKx2QTx9ImI/AAAAAAAAAHk/sf1AssHkANY/s320/unicycle-dude.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236690489284829794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(Unicycle dude leading out the race start...did you check the chrome helmet?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the race. Tony rolled out just fine on the first few laps. Everything going as planned. A little pit stop. Fill up the H2O and some nutrition, check the blood sugar and back out there for another....and another...and another...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(see that's the part of being on the sideline that kills me...I keep seeing everyone rolling by and I want to grab a bike and follow right along...wait for me everyone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sometime around 10 or 11 PM Tony comes in for a blood sugar test and things are a little off...like too high and Tony is not sure why so he chills in the pit for awhile to see if he can correct it or figure out why and all. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(did I mention that Tony is a Type 1 diabetic...well okay...Tony is a Type 1 Diabetic...now you are in the know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SKx3v2rw7VI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CAlX0R5CoZo/s1600-h/tony-lap1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SKx3v2rw7VI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CAlX0R5CoZo/s320/tony-lap1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236692130741677394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tony on lap one...and that's my lovely wife Sara right behind him in the hat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after about 30 mins there isn't much change but after a little discussion about not bailing so soon and figure out some contingency plans he rolls back out to get another lap and see what happens. We made sure he had his phone so if anything happened out o the backside of the course he can report in. Then we could call for the choppers and have him extracted. just kidding there folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony comes back to the pit after that lap and everything seemed to have worked itself out and the BS test was right on...(That's blood sugar...not bullshit)! This was the case for the rest of the race actually. Now that all of that was under control our main goal now was to keep Tony motivated and try to keep up with how he was ranking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the dark came a chill in the air so stopping for more than 10 mins would be a challenge to keep warm and not start shivering....&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(nightmareish thoughts of last year's event...berrrr!) &lt;/span&gt;We need to bring a clothes dryer next year...or that RV Tony keep talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardest part of the race was from 2am until sun up! Sara and I were pretty punchy by this time for sure, and when Tony would come back to the pit he was pretty punchy too. There's nothing like laughing yourself to tears while sleep deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phrases like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...slap the chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a pack of cohutta warrior monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...don't forget to sign the blow up doll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...anyone who brings back a glowing chicken will get a prize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To name a few!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SKx1d54A4II/AAAAAAAAAHc/O7AcNb-dKRs/s1600-h/chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SKx1d54A4II/AAAAAAAAAHc/O7AcNb-dKRs/s320/chicken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236689623337459842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(this the chicken that was being slapped..and by some choked...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6AM the latest results are posted and Tony is sitting in 12 place but the guys behind him, and the 4 in front,  had not posted any new laps. It looked like they bailed in the middle of the night or just stopped to sleep or something. But Tony went out for number 8 and we would keep an eye on the results to see if anyone behind him sneaks back into the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back into the pit after lap 8 and Tony was feeling pretty beat! But now he was in 8th place and the end was near. But he had to go out on one more to beat his last year lap count and solidify his top ten finish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SKx2-LNQl-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/omKiWBcKHiM/s1600-h/tony-lastlap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SKx2-LNQl-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/omKiWBcKHiM/s320/tony-lastlap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236691277257414626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Tony going out on lap 9...still smiling!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a close call when we noticed the guy who was in 9th place come rolling in so we had to wait and see if he would go out for another or just bag it...and luckily he bagged it! Tony would have rolled out for another if that guy went out  man was he glad when he didn't...phewww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 8th place with 9 laps, 85.5 miles of riding...AWESOME! Tony is the man!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-1073092453619957336?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/1073092453619957336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=1073092453619957336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/1073092453619957336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/1073092453619957336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-athletic-supporter.html' title='I&apos;m an athletic supporter! (insert snicker here)'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SKx2Z_RoDhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/m_25Saej7cQ/s72-c/pit-dejure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-5033781310780733803</id><published>2008-08-04T11:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:25:12.511-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Now what?</title><content type='html'>After my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;debacle&lt;/span&gt; at Wilderness I decided to take a week off for some physical and mental recovery. Having put in the training I had with a less than stellar result left me feeling pretty flat. So I figured the best thing would be to chill, not think about training, and enjoy some cold ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan seemed simple....but SURPRISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I was doing was walking through one of the areas super large stores and then I sneezed! Yep folks you heard me, I just sneezed! Then I felt a twinge in my back and a had to stop for a second to see if it would settle down. It did for a minute but never went away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got home it was feeling a little tight. After sitting in my desk chair for a few hours it was throbbing. This was really looking bad..."do some of that pilot shit Mav and get us out of here"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off to the Chiropractor to get me straight. After three days in a row of adjustments I was starting to feel pretty good. Just a little sore is all. So I was figuring the rest of my season and looking forward to some riding this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again...sounded so simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I wake up and I'm back to square one. Don't know what happend...slept wrong or wha ever...but now I'm back to feeling like I got drop kicked in the spin. So back to the Chiro for some more adjustments and hopeing for the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's looking like my season might just be cut so short that it's over already! If I don't get back in the saddle, literally, I will have a long way to catch up to even do better than last year at the PIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed that it's just an alignment thing and not something worse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-5033781310780733803?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/5033781310780733803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=5033781310780733803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/5033781310780733803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/5033781310780733803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/08/now-what.html' title='Now what?'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-3300724158032159700</id><published>2008-07-31T12:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:25:19.673-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTB races'/><title type='text'>Wilderness 101: Whisky Tango Foxtrot!</title><content type='html'>Ah the feeling of my first DNF! How it really sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilderness 101 was not very kind on race day. I had done a ton of training leading into this race in the hope that my performance would be better than Cohutta back in April. But you just never know what will happen on race day...NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The venue for this race is pretty epic. The landscape is awesome to look at and damn demanding to ride. Coming from Raleigh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;(where the idea of actually riding up mountains is not going to happen)&lt;/span&gt;, when I hit the climbs my legs rebel big time. This doesn't mean that I can't climb, it just means that my climbs are a slow grind instead of a Lance style speedfeast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race started off great from Coburn park in PA with about 300+ riders toeing the line on a cool and comfortable Saturday morning. We had a lead out pace that went through some small town roads that led us onto a fire road and the first climb of the day. It felt like I was blowing up and I was starting to go backwards in the pack which was alarming. It took me a good 40 mins until my legs really came around and I started to feel good to go! At the top of the climb was a bombing downhill on fire road where I made up for the time I lost on the climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The descent was fast and on gravel which made for some hairy turns. Some riders misjudged in front of me and off into the wood they went. &lt;a href="http://www.type1rider.org/"&gt;Tony&lt;/a&gt;, who was a little bit behind me, said he had seen those two guys walking back up the fire road so they must have had some big troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the descent were a few more climbs before the 1st aide station. Then we turned into the woods on some single track that was slightly technical because of the rocky terrain. I was still feeling good at this point and continued to hold my pace. We did some more back and forth with the fire road and single track and then had a screaming single track decent on a crazy rock cluttered overgrown path. If you thought you could relax on the down hills at this event you were WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only were the single track descents fast, but the rocks where everywhere. From big bobbles to slippery scree...and most of it hidden in the underbrush and overgrowth! Some serious shit here folks...!! This would have been a great place to stock up on water bottles since I must have seen at least a dozen...and one with the cage and all!!! Hummm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But out of the woods and onto another fire road that led into aide station 2. I was totally on a great pace at 13+ MPH. I stopped for about 6 mins to refill water and the nutrition in my drop bag. So quick stop and we rolled out heading to aide station 3. I was with a group of about 4 riders and leaving out I asked the guy I was with what his GPS was reading and he had us at 35.8 miles...so we were moving and had what I though was 24 miles to go to the next stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long before we hit 6 mile climb. This was a non stop fire road climb with some switch backs that reminded my of an Alps stage in the tour. I was going steady when all of a sudden the walls came tumbling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;My HR climbed into the 160's...NOT good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;My power dropped to a granny with her walker...NOT good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;My gut shut down and started sloshing what was in there already...NOT good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;My stomach started to cramp up..NOT good again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So WTF? Everything was going awesome...the planets seemed to be all in line and standing at attention and shit....WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped and took a little breather and watched with angry eyes as rider after rider rolled past...even the FAT GUYS! WTF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it was a game of survival. I was in the smallest gear I had...grinding slower and slower hoping the climb would end. Finally, FINALLY, the climb ended and we turned into the woods again on some single track for the descent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would now have some recovery time and maybe get myself back into it but I was sadly mistaken. This downhill was even worse than the earlier ones. I mean white-knucking and out of the saddle for the whole deal. I don't think my HR dropped more than 10 beats. More big rocks...more scree..logs...people...I mean shit throw in a bear why don't you an call it a day!! I would have welcomed being slapped off my ride by smokey....I was already smoked anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I already threw in the towel. I just needed to get to aide station 3 so I can make it official. I was out of water....bonked big time...and my gut was still sloshing its contents with every move...so I was truly DONE!! Stick a fork in me bro...WELL DONE ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I limped into the aide station I was in bad shape...not sweating any longer I knew I was one step away from a bus ride to the ER so I called it and sat with a cold towel on my head and began my water sipping regiment to get my hydration back in check. It took me 7.5 hrs of sipping fluids and taking in some food before I was able to piss...I was DEHYDRATED folks...with a capital DUH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Lessons learned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Never trust the stated distance between aide stations...it's like the weatherman, sometimes he's right and sometimes he's not...most of the time he's not!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;When someone DNFs because they are too tired for the next downhill section it's a tough course...so be prepared for that and practice those downhills!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Always, ALWAYS, bring your iodine tablets to a hundie...just in case...I crossed a lot of little steams that would have been right on time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Find out in advance if there will be an EMT unit on site...if not, Uh, know where you are so you can call for extraction!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;DNFing is one of the worst feelings I have ever had...now I'm pissed...now I want to kick Wilderness' ass...TWICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year I have to go back and do this race. Not only to redeem myself by finishing this one, but because it really was a great race venue...so check it out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-3300724158032159700?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/3300724158032159700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=3300724158032159700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/3300724158032159700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/3300724158032159700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/07/wilderness-101-whisky-tango-foxtrot.html' title='Wilderness 101: Whisky Tango Foxtrot!'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-5596133582178508393</id><published>2008-07-21T10:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:25:25.883-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTB races'/><title type='text'>Into the Wilderness</title><content type='html'>Finally the recovery/taper week is here. This is almost as exciting as Christmas morning. REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some serious volume and intensity over the past three weeks and this is perfect timing for some rest. I only hope that all of this effort will show some improvement in the Wilderness 101 this coming weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plan on traveling up to PA the day before to check in and scope out the race location. After the 8.5 hr drive I'm sure we'll be ready to stretch out our legs...might even spin a little on the bike! But maybe not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's rest time and I'm going to make the best of it...so feet up...head back...ahhhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-5596133582178508393?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/5596133582178508393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=5596133582178508393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/5596133582178508393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/5596133582178508393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/07/into-wilderness.html' title='Into the Wilderness'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-5297334231518341563</id><published>2008-07-16T13:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:25:37.913-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTB Training'/><title type='text'>Phase three...MORE HELL!</title><content type='html'>After having a few days of rest and recovery focused workouts I'm feeling much better. The last two weeks of training was really pushing me to my limit. Although this training is fucking hard, it's exactly what I need to move my performance to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that, (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;although these training sessions are extremely hard&lt;/span&gt;), I'm enjoying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year more than prior years I have been pushing through the periods of threshold pain in order to see how far I can actually go. In the past I've felt that lactate building up and started to back off before going over the edge. I was sort of using the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;live to fight another day&lt;/span&gt;" argument in order to prevent injury or something. But these days I have pushed my boundary out farther and I'm feeling stronger for the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we'll see how the feeling of power actually translates on race day! Wilderness 101 is just 10 days away so we will see soon enough if things are paying off compared to my effort at Cohutta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-5297334231518341563?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/5297334231518341563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=5297334231518341563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/5297334231518341563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/5297334231518341563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/07/phase-threemore-hell.html' title='Phase three...MORE HELL!'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-1333567871344115838</id><published>2008-07-14T17:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:25:50.122-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTB Training'/><title type='text'>2nd Degree Burns</title><content type='html'>Finally finished with the second phase of hell training and boy are my legs tired. Yeah I know, sounds like some sort of stand up routine but no joke here. I was blasted with about 250 miles of riding in just 3 days. And that's not all, I was also thrown some swimming and running just to keep from getting bored of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What put everything over the top was the 12 miles run yesterday. I was feeling pretty good, surprisingly, until the last 20 mins when I was ready to be laying down drinking a cold one! Although if I were laying down I would be more likely to be pouring it onto my face instead of actually drinking it. But that would have felt just fine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of the hard stuff is behind me for know. A few hard sessions next week and then we taper into the Wilderness 101 race. I'm ready to get this one under my belt and start focusing on the end of the season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-1333567871344115838?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/1333567871344115838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=1333567871344115838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/1333567871344115838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/1333567871344115838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/07/2nd-degree-burns.html' title='2nd Degree Burns'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-5188203727604816049</id><published>2008-07-09T09:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:25:50.122-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTB Training'/><title type='text'>Hell week</title><content type='html'>Last week was what my coach called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Hell Week #1&lt;/span&gt;. It was the perfect name! I did 250 miles of riding, 2hrs and 45 mins of running and 6K of swimming.....whew! I'm tired again just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've had some nice relaxing recovery days to get all amped up again about the next Phase of  training....you guessed it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Hell Week #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It's not exactly a week but really 4 days of jam-packed training. Now I'll have 275 miles of riding, 2 hrs and 30 mins of running and 5.5 K of swimming..oh yeah throw in 2 sessions of core strength and mix it all up...simmer for  few hours and your Hell Week is ready for tasting!!! Emmm tast the pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it in a nut shell...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more Hell Session before Wilderness 101 and then we are getting down and dirty for the Peak at the &lt;a href="http://www.setupevents.com/?fuseaction=event_detail&amp;amp;eventID=888"&gt;Duke Half&lt;/a&gt; in September. My plan there is to tear myself apart to go under 5hrs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-5188203727604816049?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/5188203727604816049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=5188203727604816049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/5188203727604816049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/5188203727604816049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/07/hell-week.html' title='Hell week'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-6288647926354111158</id><published>2008-06-25T18:42:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:25:57.524-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTB races'/><title type='text'>Cowbell Challenged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After such a detailed search for the right tires to ride in muddy conditions, (amazingly it turns out the weathermen were wrong yet again!), the course was as dry and dusty as a wagon train heading West. So no worrying about traction for this race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;My day started off very, very early. Up at 4:30 am to get some yummies in my tummy and some good old caffeine down the hatch before heading over to Tony's for the 2 plus hour drive to Davidson. We arrived at 8:15 giving us plenty of time to check in and get our PIT all prettied up for the long day ahead. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;We had 6 racers in our PIT, Myself, &lt;a href="http://www.type1rider.org/"&gt;Tony&lt;/a&gt;, Greg, Marcy, and Mark. We also had the best PIT boss, Sara, (my wife). Without her help with the bottle hand-offs and nutrition replenishment I would have been much further down the list of results. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Mucho Kudos for the PIT boss!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Back to the PIT...we had 2 tents which provided ample space and plenty of shade from the sun, (again many thanks to the weathermen for such accurate forecasting). Once we checked in and readied the PIT I donned my gear and warmed up a little...not that I was going to race like a Jack rabbit, I just wanted to get some blood flowing to my legs after the long drive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;We started up the road in a mass start with the Pros out front. This created a nice dust cloud once we were under way promptly at 10:00 am. 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font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;First 3 laps I turned in a sub 40 min performance. Then things slowed a little and I started turning mid 40s until my first PIT stop after 6 laps. I just did a quick one of about 10 mins and headed right back out to get 2 more laps which I held the mid-40 pace. So I was feeling pretty good about being consistent with my pacing. Then I Pitted again for about 15 mins. Again just some off the saddle time and some refuel with something I could chew. After a while you need to have something other than liquid fuel. Then out again for another 2 laps. I did number 11 in the mid-40s again. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Coming in the timing shoot I asked what time mandatory lights on was again? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;The guy there said 7:30 and after a quick look at my watch I figured I could turn one more before having to PIT and get my lights on. I slammed that one at 41 mins and was feeling a little spent. So I took a little longer in the PIT. Resting, getting my lights on, taking in some water and figuring out if I wanted to pick up another 1 or 2 laps.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;My goal was to finish at least 12 laps so anything else was now icing on the cake. Sara, (The PIT Boss), told me that I was pretty close to 3rd place and after a quick check she came back and said I was already in third...HOLY CRAP! I had no idea who the other guy was that could take 3rd away from me so I had no way of knowing who to hunt down. Plus now it was getting dark and I wouldn't be able to find him out there anyway.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;I noticed Greg, one of the other guys in our PIT,  start to sneak out of the pit to turn another lap. Greg is behind me in the race by about 20 seconds so I know he is heading out to try and lap me and take my position. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;I see how you want to roll man...So game on! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;I roll up on him after about a mile and hang right where I can keep an eye on him. You see I'm behind him...BUT really I'm in front of him...see what I mean?? So I'm in the perfect position to at least keep my place in the standings.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;So now we're about done with lap 13 and the race is called...WHAT? I guess they didn't like the added obstacle of dodging lightening strikes or something. Since I have no reason to conserve anything I just threw it into high gear and decided to blow past Greg and hammer it into the timing shoot....and I did!! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;That felt good Greg..sorry!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Now it's wait time until the last person is off the course so we can see if I place or just go home. Looks like I just go home this time. The guy who took 3rd from me did it by 2 mins and 31 seconds...duhoooow! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;I guess I should have shortened that last PIT a little.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Now I know what to expect for next year and I'll be a wee bit more familiar with who's in my category so I know who the hell I'm supposed to chase. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;But I had a great race. Loved the venue. See you out there next year!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-6288647926354111158?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/6288647926354111158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=6288647926354111158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/6288647926354111158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/6288647926354111158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/06/cowbell-challenged.html' title='Cowbell Challenged'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SGLL2yoNFCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MuhfGhmjLO4/s72-c/CB-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-6303540270464228970</id><published>2008-06-20T16:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:16:01.339-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTB races'/><title type='text'>Cowbell Countdown</title><content type='html'>Only 15 hours until the bell tolls, Cowbell that is!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I have all of my gadgets and thingys all neatly packed up and organized according to expected time of use I happen to notice the weather report...NICE? Uhhh...Not so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our friends, the meteorologists, are now saying rain will be upon us way before the race start. I know, I know...why trusts these guys anyway. I mean they get it wrong way more times then they get it right and they still get to keep their jobs. Must be their use of those fancy maps and graphics that secures their employment! But back to how this impacts the race!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I need to figure out which tread to throw down on the trail in order to keep my ass on the saddle and my head out of the mud. I don't have too many choices in my quiver anyway so I had to do some research and see what I can find on such short notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After some searching I've come up with the perfect tire and accessory that will guarantee plenty of traction on just about any trail condition. So check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SFwVvS8RBbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/W-92CFM9F6o/s200/Mud_tire.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214066370870838706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this will add substantial weight but what good is a light bike if you always end up on the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think I should get the mud flap package with these? They have those pretty chrome girlies on them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-6303540270464228970?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/6303540270464228970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=6303540270464228970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/6303540270464228970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/6303540270464228970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/06/cowbell-countdown.html' title='Cowbell Countdown'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SFwVvS8RBbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/W-92CFM9F6o/s72-c/Mud_tire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-3031788379587249946</id><published>2008-06-18T15:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T15:27:27.699-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Swimming in enterococcus</title><content type='html'>Although we've had a bit of a dry spell recently the good news is that Falls lake is pretty much full. Isn't this great! Now we're able to do the open water swim workout we used to do before Falls had almost dried up last year. Sort of hard to swim in that mud... So whoohooo, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait there's more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday I do my first open water swim workout, (at our secret location), in like over a year. It felt pretty good. Until of course I find out that the "legal" swimming areas at Falls lake have tested positive for; "&lt;a href="http://www.wral.com/news/local/story/3043059/"&gt;enterococcus, a bacteria normally found in the feces of humans and many animals&lt;/a&gt;". Holy shit! Are you serious? I've been swimming in shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing this wonderful news I had this immediate need to take another shower....with iodine...or alcohol wipes...or something, yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a classic example of not being able to "have your cake and eat it to". We have to choose. Do we want to have the option of doing an open water swim, or do we want to have a full lake? You see you just can't have both. If the lake is full...we'll you swim in shit. If the lake is low or empty, you can't swim...BUT, you don't swim in shit! Ahhh, see now your getting it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now one last thought! Falls Lake Reservoir is where we get out drinking water from. Ummm good ole H2O!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-3031788379587249946?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/3031788379587249946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=3031788379587249946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/3031788379587249946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/3031788379587249946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/06/swimming-in-enterococcus.html' title='Swimming in enterococcus'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-5662293083036638269</id><published>2008-06-18T14:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T15:28:14.031-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Return of the dirtdawg</title><content type='html'>Okay already, so I've been away from the blog for a little while. I know that life getting in the way is just a lame ass excuse, so I'm going with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;my dog ate my blog post...no really he did, all of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that we got that out of the way shall we move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cowbellchallenge.org/"&gt;Cowbell&lt;/a&gt; is right around the corner. Only three days left to get all of my shit together, clean my bikes, rethink my strategy, plane my nutrition and relax! With a little luck and attention to detail I think I have a fighting chance at accomplishing all except the last one. I'm never able to relax before a race. I'm constantly rethinking my plan, second guessing my training and hoping my bike will fare the race with as little damage as possible. This usually ends up being a lot of worry for nothing but it seem to be a integral part of the racing process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had considered taking the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snot Rocket&lt;/span&gt;" in case I wanted to do a lap or two on her but after my night riding incident last Thursday I'm not sure anymore. I mean the bitch totally rebelled and threw me to the ground and damaging herself in the process. It was just a badly bent front wheel. So to teach her a lesson I rode like that for another hour and a half. (You see, what we have here is a failure to communicate....) I think she is thinking more clearly these days but I just can't fully trust here yet. We'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my plan is to ride "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super G&lt;/span&gt;" for this little shindig. I've tweaked the position a little the past few weeks and I'm feeling much more comfortable on this baby. But we'll see how things go after "12hrs in the saddle". Now that's a good name for a MTB race...hummmm. (Welcome to 12 hours in the Saddle) Has a nice ring to it huh? I'll have to talk to my people, tune in folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-5662293083036638269?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/5662293083036638269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=5662293083036638269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/5662293083036638269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/5662293083036638269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/06/okay-already-so-ive-been-away-from-blog.html' title='Return of the dirtdawg'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-3170190723243668633</id><published>2008-05-30T17:53:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:16:01.512-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTB Training'/><title type='text'>Adventures of the Snot Rocket</title><content type='html'>Wednesday was the maiden voyage of the "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snot Rocket&lt;/span&gt;", &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;(for those of you who have not been following by blog, that means you, the "Snot Rocket" is my Single Speed 29r MTB. Built from new cheap parts, hand-me-downs,  duct tape and puppy tears). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SEB9nEjsVAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9BJuuds5PhI/s200/Snot_rocket.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206299279432111106" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are still a few bugs to fix for the position and some adjustment to the front break, but other than those items she has performed well her first time out of the stable. She lived up to the "Snot Rocket" name producing large quantities of the sticky stuff throughout my ride... although the rain and temperature drop probably help a bit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did 3 hrs mostly on the double tack and then through Crabtree. The rain started so I B-lined to the gate so they didn't lock me in...geeeeze a little water on the trail and everyone starts to panic...these are mountain bikes folks, they like to get dirty! So lube up the chain and jump in the mud, come on!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I digress, sorry about that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall the ride went well...let's put a check in the success column. I do think playing around with the gearing for the Raleigh are is in order. But I'll give it some time on the trails before making the change. Seems like I can go with an 18t in the rear and still get by around here. But if we head to the high ground for some rides I'll have to slap the 20t back on there...I'm new at this SS stuff ya know!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-3170190723243668633?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/3170190723243668633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=3170190723243668633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/3170190723243668633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/3170190723243668633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/05/adventures-of-snot-rocket.html' title='Adventures of the Snot Rocket'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SEB9nEjsVAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9BJuuds5PhI/s72-c/Snot_rocket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-3014306003947259982</id><published>2008-05-27T17:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:26:04.659-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Going to camp...Tri-Camp that is!!</title><content type='html'>This weekend I had the most awesome opportunity to join some great coaches and athletes for a &lt;a href="http://www.studio7multisport.com"&gt;4 day EPIC triathlon camp&lt;/a&gt;. The camp was held in Wilkesboro, NC on Kerr Scott reservoir. This was a great venue for a camp of this type. We occupied a lodge that was right up hill from the dock we would open water swim from. After the 2nd day this hill would become an ass-kicker. Talk of how we could slide down in the row boat...but getting back up was problematic. Or maybe driving down the hill...but that would not be EPIC!! By next year maybe they might have a ski lift installed....uhm..NO!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So day one was mostly orientation although there were a few of us crazies who went for swim just to loosen up from the long drive. The water was perfect temp for a wetsuit. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(since I pride myself on being a mediocre swimmer I love the wetsuit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day two was an early morning open water swim of about 3 miles. This was followed by consuming mass quantities of food in preparation for the next training session. We packed up the bikes and running gear and headed down the road to the start of the &lt;a href="http://www.setupevents.com/?fuseaction=event_detail&amp;amp;eventID=886"&gt;Bandits Challenge&lt;/a&gt; race. We went out on the 28 mile bike course which is a pretty tough route. There were some who opted to go out for a 2nd loop but I hit the trail for a run instead. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I was saving my legs a little for the next day's ride. This would turn out to be the right choice for me!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the jam packed day of training we headed back to the lodge for some more consumption of mass calories. We really needed to pack them in to recover from the workouts and be ready to hit it again in the morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day three we had another open water swim of 1.5 or 3 miles...athletes choice on this one! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I opted out of the swim since my shoulder was a little sore and I didn't want to piss it off any more than I had to.)&lt;/span&gt; After the swim we packed up the bike gear and headed over to Boone for some riding on the &lt;a href="http://bloodsweatandgears.org/main/start.htm"&gt;Blood Sweat and Gears&lt;/a&gt; bike course. We would be doing an out and back on this one so whatever we road out we knew we had to ride back. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sometimes that sucks...I mean ignorance is bliss when it comes to mountain climbing right?)&lt;/span&gt; We split into "A" and "B" groups to start but that naturally splintered off into "C", "D", "E" and so on. I hung onto the "A" group until I had a flat. Some of the group stopped and waited for me to re-tube and hit it again. so we were now the "A2" group. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(no one likes to fall back to the "B" group so "A2" was the new name!!)&lt;/span&gt; We ended up doing 92 miles and 8,000 ft of climbing. By my watch I had 4:45 of ride time..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and that included the time to change the flat...NOT BAD...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the ride we headed back to the lodge for yet another calorie consumptionfest. We packed back some food man. I loaded a plate with a steak, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(that was awesome)&lt;/span&gt;, salad, corn, bread &amp;amp; butter...and whoofed it down. 30 min later I was hungry again and packing back some of the homemade cookies. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(they didn't last long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day four we headed out for a long run. My legs were feeling pretty tired after the ride the day before so I figured I would take it easy. This plan worked well until I turned around and was feeling pretty good so just started to hammer back. I payed for this afterwards but doing 11 miles in 1:20 was a great feeling and worth the two days of leg aches I had after. We headed back to the water for a little cool down swim. A nice easy 2K was all I needed and wanted after the amount of training that was packed into these four days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I split by noon to head back to life but sure wish I could just eat sleep and train like the pros. Can't wait until next year to do it all again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-3014306003947259982?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/3014306003947259982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=3014306003947259982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/3014306003947259982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/3014306003947259982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/05/going-to-camptri-camp-that-is.html' title='Going to camp...Tri-Camp that is!!'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-1872093906709545410</id><published>2008-05-20T20:47:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:16:01.975-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>So What's Up Doc?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-size:12px;"&gt;Today was the day of my VO2 Max and Lactate threshold &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-size:12px;"&gt;bike test! I studied hard all week but I was still a little nervous... "Will I be a fitness failure or would I pass with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12px;"&gt; flying colors?" For those of you who don't know what a VO2 Max and lactate threshold test is check out the &lt;a href="http://www.meredith.edu/hess/lab/default.htm"&gt;Human Performance Lab site&lt;/a&gt; and see the real scientific information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SDN2_YuWw0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/CJeEO2tNx8M/s200/performance-lab.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202632825883771714" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I got to the lab early, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(I'm very punctual)&lt;/span&gt;,  and bring in my bike and gear...get changed and hang around and stretch for the big event! Once we get the bike on the computrainer and hook up all of the data collecting gizmos, I mount and start my warming up. We strap on the heart rate monitor, and check that everything is reading correctly. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Roger Houston, I read you loud and clear"&lt;/span&gt;.  With a few minutes until the test start I get to don a mask that will measure my oxygen usage. This also allows me to brush up on my imitation of Lord Vador..."Luke I am Your Father"...always gets a chuckle!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So we're off...now I ride in 3 min intervals. After every 3 minutes they test my blood for the level of lactate, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; chemical that is formed when sugars are broken down for energy in the absence of adequate oxygen...not breast milk...ugh, I should have studied that chapter!)&lt;/span&gt; They do this by pricking my earlobe and squeezing out a drop of blood. Also, after each 3 min interval the difficulty increases for the next 3 min interval. Oh yeah feel the burn baby! This continues until you're no longer able to push the pedals or you pass out, whichever comes first. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(don't worry, you'll most likely stop pedaling before you pass out, really!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;After this 20 min pain-fest you get to spin for a few more minutes to cool down and see how long it takes for your heart rate to return to it's before test level...this is one indicator of your fitness. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(the longer it takes to return to normal the more they make you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;ride...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just kidding&lt;/span&gt;, this means you have lots and lots of room for improvement)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;As the songs says..."always look on the bright side of life, 'whistle, whistle, whistle...now everyone sing along...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So now you wait for the results to be compiled, charted and graphed for you to take home and study. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(So on the next test you can do better, you know...look up the answers you got wrong and all....)&lt;/span&gt; Now you have a handful of data that's priceless.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Info you will take away from YOUR test:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Your height&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(so you know what size pants to buy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Your weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(whether you like it or not ladies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Your percentage of body fa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(again, sorry ladies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Your Max heart rate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(so you know when you will explode)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Your Lactate Threshold&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(this is when your legs hurt really, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; bad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;VO2 Max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;when your lungs stop working and you can no longer breath)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Percentage of VO2 Max&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(how much of your lungs you are really using)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Calories you burn per minute while working out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(so you can calculate how many Krispy Kreme doughnuts you can shovel in afterwards)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Aerobic training zone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(so you know how slow you can train)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;hreshold training zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(so you know how fast you can train)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Max wattage outpu&lt;/span&gt;t &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;at's just a cool number to know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I'm figuring I can do about 2 hours of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(VO2 max, divided by 3, (carry the 1), times my max watts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and then recover with a box of Ho Hos and latte...I love these results!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SDNzX4uWwzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/d5MG2CfDKm4/s200/box_hohos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202628848744055602" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-1872093906709545410?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/1872093906709545410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=1872093906709545410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/1872093906709545410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/1872093906709545410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-whats-up-doc.html' title='So What&apos;s Up Doc?'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SDN2_YuWw0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/CJeEO2tNx8M/s72-c/performance-lab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-3059717818359260986</id><published>2008-05-18T14:43:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:26:12.588-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Dropped Rider Protocol</title><content type='html'>During today's ride, which was going quite well, a situation arose calling into question, "What to do when one of the members of your pack gets dropped?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First let's get one thing straight, the rider was not me...really!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are several different scenarios for being dropped. For instance, if you and your buddies actually pick up said rider and drop Them. This usually never happens unless you are accompanied by someone you don't know very well and they are pissing you off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But if you find yourself in this situation you should:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;• Make sure he, (or she),  is not hurt too badly and then quickly mount up and leave the scene!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;• Then make sure the last person in line drags a leafy branch behind them to cover your tracks and insure you are not followed by the above dropped rider!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;• Then make sure to tell the next person you see coming the other way that a crazy person on a bike is follow you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another way of being dropped is if most of the pack is feeling really strong and things are clicking like a set of those wind up teeth, one of the riders may just fall off the back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In this case you should:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;• Wait until they are totally out of sight but you can still barely hear their feeble gasps for air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;• Then stop at the top of the next available climb and quickly grab your gel, bar, or bottle of nutrition and start fueling up like you have been just chilling there for 5 min or so. (they really like when you do that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;• Then right when they catch up, stow your nutrition and start hitting it again. (they rally like that too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another situation would be if everyone is feeling good, everyone knows the trails, but somehow one rider gets slightly separated before a trail choice and incorrectly chooses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you find yourself in this predicament:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;• You should stop and wait for them to realize their mistake and catch back up. (the amount of time you wait depend on how good a friend the dropped rider is...this varies of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;• If they do not regroup after what you have deemed a comfortable period of time, you should head to the trail exit and wait for said rider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;• If they don't appear after 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;, head to the next discussed trail head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;• If they don't show up at that location in 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;., head back to the last trail exit and begin yelling the person's name in 2 min intervals. (Yell really LOUD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;• If still no luck, begin calling their phone numbers...yes all of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;• If no answer, leave a voicemail message on all phones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;• If there is no call back in 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;. begin calling each number every 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;. (they love looking at their phone and seeing that they are so popular, "Wow I have 47 missed calls")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;• If by now you have still not made contact you should just head home. (No reason to hang around and be questioned by the police if something bad has happened. I mean your the number one suspect after all! Don't you watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since these situations do actually happen, I'm proposing that all mountain bike riders be implanted with a GPS chip and have their chip registered with my new company "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;BIG BROTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" For a mere $5 per month, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;(Sign up for annual membership and pay only $50 for the entire year! That's a $10 savings!)&lt;/span&gt;, and Big Brother will keep tabs on your riders for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once you are implanted and registered all you have to do is ride. Leave the worrying to us. If you are out in the woods and become separated, or one of your pack is lost, just call our toll free number and we will locate your missing rider for you. easy as that! So make sure to get your implant as soon as possible. You never know when you might need a Big Brother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're still a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;squeamish&lt;/span&gt; about having a Big Brother chip implanted, at least be safe and carry some emergency flares. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;(You can buy your own set of emergency flares from, you guessed it, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;BIG BROTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! A 2 pack only cost $19.95 and are sold in a variety of colors)&lt;/span&gt; If you get separated, just stay where you are and set off one flare. Wait 15 mins and if still no contact has been established set off the other one. This should do the trick since you most likely will have started a forest fire by now and there are a lot of people on their way to your location. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sit tight help is on the way!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-3059717818359260986?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/3059717818359260986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=3059717818359260986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/3059717818359260986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/3059717818359260986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/05/dropped-rider-protocol.html' title='Dropped Rider Protocol'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-5717968100746054301</id><published>2008-05-16T08:48:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:16:02.184-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things'/><title type='text'>Being Handled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well yesterday started off being pretty uneventful. Went to the pool and did my time with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;floaties&lt;/span&gt;, and kick boards and fins and all that. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(since I've been focusing more on mountain biking instead of triathlons the swims have decreased, making it feel like I don't know how to swim every time I get back in the water)&lt;/span&gt; So all that was just dandy. Now I smell like chlorine all day! Head back home to sit in front of the bane of my existence, you guess it the computer. So after about 4 or 5 hrs....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(who can ever remember how long they sit there when you're getting radiated, or micro-waved or whatever from that screen)&lt;/span&gt;...I go and do my strength workout! No big deal with that. I just head upstairs to the famed workout room. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(Although it does have so many other uses...so many more that time will not allow me to address them all at this time)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;But anyway, that goes off without a hitch! Have the afternoon caffeine blast and snack then back in front of the life-suck machine for a few more hours of work! With dinner hour approaching we decide on home made pizza. Pizza is the best and you all know it. Pile whatever you like on a slab of dough and the whole meal is right at your finger tips. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;( Just watch that first bite of scorching hot cheese that inevitably will stick to your lip or face or something making you remember that pizza for the next few days...I've done it! Come on, so have you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I, oh yeah...so with the pizza in the oven and Sara, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(my wife)&lt;/span&gt;, on her way back from the store with some groceries and the much needed brew, I was already thinking of the hot shower and the cold beer that would follow. But unfortunately that was not in the cards for little old me tonight. With mere seconds on the timer to alert me that the wonderful gooey goodness that WAS my dinner could be extracted from the oven, I bent down to pull something out of a cabinet...and that something just so happened to be attached to the drawer above it...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hummmm&lt;/span&gt; see where this is going)&lt;/span&gt;. Being so good at "being in the right place at the right time"...and with all of this genetically gifted athletic ability, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(that's a joke folks)&lt;/span&gt;, I happened to position my face right in front of that drawer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SC2cYouWwxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rrXP2orRW7E/s200/The+Lip.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200985091745432338" /&gt;Now I'm watching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;slideshow&lt;/span&gt; in my head of the wonderful things that could have been, hot shower, clean shave, cold beer,  hot yummy home made pizza, relaxation on the couch, all go up in smoke standing there with a split bleeding lip! After a quick peek in the mirror I know it needs a stitch or two. "Now why couldn't this have happened at 6 or 7, instead of 8 PM?" Now the slide show has changes from things that could have been to what I know to expect at the emergency room of any hospital, on any day, at any time. The long wait with all the other misfits, wing nuts, and accident prone noodle heads like myself. Oh what fun this will be! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SC2cgIuWwyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lcbkv_f49Nw/s200/What+teh+F%40%23%24%3F.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200985220594451234" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(If you ever have some free time on your hands and you want to do some people watching, this a great place to get a laugh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well 3 hrs later I emerge hungry, thirsty, tired and with two brandy new stitches in my upper lip. At least they used black thread to blend it with my already 3 day old growth. Looks like I'll be sporting a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;goatie&lt;/span&gt; for a week or so until I can pull these out...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ehm&lt;/span&gt; "I mean so that my doctor can pull them out"...wink, wink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have felt much better having a story about getting some "sweet air over some epic log pile" and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;endoing&lt;/span&gt; into a pile of cinder blocks" to answer all of those, "what happened to you lip questions", but the truth is pretty funny!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;PS. After careful consideration, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and since this was a blatant and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unprovoked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attack on my person)&lt;/span&gt;, I have decided to remove all of the drawers from my kitchen cabinets and have them replace with better behaved ones. I know the cabinet doors were involved in the planing of this attack but since we have no solid evidence of this, we are unable to hold them responsible as well. So luckily for them, they get to hang around just a little longer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-5717968100746054301?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/5717968100746054301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=5717968100746054301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/5717968100746054301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/5717968100746054301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/05/being-handled.html' title='Being Handled'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SC2cYouWwxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rrXP2orRW7E/s72-c/The+Lip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-6085119534671423922</id><published>2008-05-14T13:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:23:07.458-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTB Training'/><title type='text'>Rollin on Super G</title><content type='html'>Today was the first bike since PMBAR and it felt great. I saddled up "Super G" and headed out from my digs over to Umstead to string together 3 hours of mixed riding. It ended up taking about 45 mins of road riding, (well sort of sidewalk/road riding), to get over to the Ebenezer Rd entrance to the park's double track. I cruised over to the Crabtree side of the park and did a fast loop of the 265 trail, (or is it 285...I can never get that one right), and was out of the woods in another 45 mins. So I was feeling really good and headed home to finish the ride in just under 3 hrs. So I called that a done deal.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I finally order a front wheel for my SS 29r, (aka "The Snot Rocket"), so I can get that build finished and roll some trail time on that thing! I can't wait to use the SS for some quality training rides. I think I'll take that to Cowbell and see how she does for a lap or two...shit it might feel so good I just keep her saddled up for the whole &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12px;"&gt;enchilada&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-6085119534671423922?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/6085119534671423922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=6085119534671423922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/6085119534671423922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/6085119534671423922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/05/rollin-on-super-g.html' title='Rollin on Super G'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-1252174826433873863</id><published>2008-05-12T13:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:26:27.644-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Back in the Saddle</title><content type='html'>So getting away from it all is always good to do every once in a while, it's getting back into the mix of the everyday that's the hard part!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I'm back in good old Raleigh I find that I'm trying to clear the accumulated work crap off my plate so I can get back to riding! The whole time I was on vacation I was thinking of riding and the races I've done and yet to finish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, back to work so I can check on the stable and prep the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stallions&lt;/span&gt; for some riding this week!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-1252174826433873863?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/1252174826433873863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=1252174826433873863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/1252174826433873863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/1252174826433873863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-in-saddle.html' title='Back in the Saddle'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-5539887239239860061</id><published>2008-05-08T09:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:26:27.644-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Time to Chill</title><content type='html'>Today we head out to Lake Lure for a few days of well deserved R&amp;amp;R. Although we'll be doing plenty of activities, hiking, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kayaking&lt;/span&gt;, rock climbing, etc., I'll still be ready to mount my steed and hit the trails when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking I might join my friend &lt;a href="http://www.type1rider.org/"&gt;Tony&lt;/a&gt; at the Cowbell Challenge this year. We talked about this race last year but I was sort of focusing on some other races and was unable to check this one out. So this year I'll just squeak it in before Blood Sweat and Gears. Should be a great time! Only a 12 hr event...so should be easy right? yeah sure...none of these things are defined as easy in my book! That's like choosing an easy Ironman. They're all hard in their own right so I just try them out, see what happens and hopefully learn a little more about how to do well in these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest hurdle to date has been figuring out my nutrition on endurance MTB events. It's so much easier to fuel on a road bike than on a mountain bike, in the woods, on some single track, hopping over some rocks or trees or something. So still gathering all the data to inch closer to a more effective nutrition plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the deal for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-5539887239239860061?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/5539887239239860061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=5539887239239860061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/5539887239239860061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/5539887239239860061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-to-chill.html' title='Time to Chill'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-2617452570068055812</id><published>2008-05-07T08:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:26:37.115-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTB races'/><title type='text'>PMBAR under my skin</title><content type='html'>It seems pretty crazy, (even to me), but ever since finishing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PMBAR&lt;/span&gt; I can't stop thinking about it. How could we have gone harder?...or if we should have gone for a 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; point? I keep looking at the map, studying the trails and where they connect, to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;burn&lt;/span&gt; everything into my head so next year, oh yeah, NEXT YEAR, I can remember every little nuance of the terrain and we can move faster and more efficiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This race really does get under you skin. No other race has made me revisit the event in my head as much as this one. I can't wait to give this race my all next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-2617452570068055812?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/2617452570068055812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=2617452570068055812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/2617452570068055812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/2617452570068055812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/05/pmbar-under-my-skin.html' title='PMBAR under my skin'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-7949500651386547204</id><published>2008-05-06T19:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:16:03.313-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTB races'/><title type='text'>PMBAR 2008: My Nuts and Bolts for team GS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So I guess since it's been 3 days since the PMBAR event I can sit down and relive the experience and get down in writing what the hell happened.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SCDASnAgXSI/AAAAAAAAABw/0GOrNDocE4g/s320/PMBAR-naptime.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197365395926834466" /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My teammate, (&lt;a href="http://redlinejohnny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Greg Schuster&lt;/a&gt;), and I arrived at the Davidson River campsite on Friday afternoon. It was a great location for this race. I mean we were right across the street. Couldn't ask for a better place.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So we arrived and set up base camp then headed out to get some dinner. Needed to fuel up before the the big day..right! So what better than a burger and a cold one...ummmm, nothing that I can think of right now!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So didn't get the best sleep the night before, but I never really do anyway. So nothing out of the ordinary for me in that department.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Up at 5:30 so we can get some caffeine and oatmeal into the system and then mount the trusty steed and head over to check in...plot the off limits trails and roads...and then head back to base camp for one last use of the porcelain before we get our passports.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;8:00 am sharp we are given the order to open the passports and commence with the day's madness. We took about 20 min. to check all the points, plot them on our map and choose our route. We decided way before this race started that we were only going for 4 checkpoints and then heading home. This being my first attempt at this race, and Greg having a bad experience his first attempt made several years earlier...we just wanted to get this under out belts and get back for the cold brews to celebrate.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So off we go towards the first checkpoint. The route to checkpoint 1 is long and what seemed like non-stop climbing. I felt totally off from the start. Legs felt tired, HR was up there...and never was able to get a good full breath! This was like a total system shock having never ridden out there...I mean these are mountains! Raleigh in comparison is a parking lot!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SCDABXAgXRI/AAAAAAAAABo/m63RbWjLPgA/s320/PMBAR-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197365099574091026" /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So once we make it to Checkpoint 1 and get one out of the way I settle down and figure the worst has to be behind us know. So head right back up the way we descended, so more climbing. But the route to checkpoint 2 seemed to go much faster than I expected and before we knew it we had 2 out of the way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Now the long haul over to Checkpoint 3. Not real bad but now we had been out there for 5 hrs or so and we started to feel it. We both had some issues with bad line choices and some slips and falls, but nothing bad...just annoying stuff. The stuff that gets you when your tired! So mental focus time was in order and things smoothed out a bit after reaching number 3!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Over to checkpoint 4 was a haul with a few sections of pushing the bike up hill again. I was starting to wonder where the hell that point was. But right when you start to get to that limit then there it was!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Now we collaborated with the teams that were at CP4 and sort of took a poll on which routes everyone was taking back to the finish! We all seemed to be going the same way so mount up and hit it!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Big mistake that cost us some time was missing where the trail picked up the fire road. So we ended up pushing up hill in the opposite direction that we wanted to go. So that cost us about 45 min to an hour overall! Finally back to Black Mountain trail and the last bit of Bike-a-hike to the top before the bomb into the finish! That was a sweet downhill man...SWEEET!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So official finish time for us was 9:47...I say not bad for my first time out there and first time as a team! Next year we are going for the whole thing! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;7 or bust!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The race was a truly great time. We met some old faces and some new ones, and had some cold brew at the finish. Who can ask for a better way to spend the weekend!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-7949500651386547204?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/7949500651386547204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=7949500651386547204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/7949500651386547204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/7949500651386547204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-i-guess-since-it-has-been-3-days.html' title='PMBAR 2008: My Nuts and Bolts for team GS'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SCDASnAgXSI/AAAAAAAAABw/0GOrNDocE4g/s72-c/PMBAR-naptime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916703610146077250.post-4668040552144123454</id><published>2008-05-06T16:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:16:03.569-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTB races'/><title type='text'>Cohutta: 100 miles up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SCC9yHAgXOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-61W-HFkqtw/s320/Big_T_at-Cohutta.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197362638557830370" /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So my good friend Tony Cervati floated the idea of doing this &lt;a href="http://www.usmtb100.com"&gt;NUE 100 mile MTB&lt;/a&gt; series by me and I took the bait and signed up while on the phone. Tony is a seasoned 24 hr soloist and has many more endurance MTB races under his belt than me. That said, I have only two endurance MTB events to my name...so this was a pretty big jump.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So whatever, right? Just go freaking ride already!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So we head up the day before so we can check in...get our numbers and turn in our drop bags. All that goes smoothly. Hardest thing was trying to figure out when and where you might actually need the items you are dropping. Having never done one of these before I was totally guessing on this part for sure! So made my choices...just have to live with what happens on race day. Rock on!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Race morning the worst is realized...the night brought the rain!! Ugh! A nice wet, muddy start to the day. Get some caffeine and some oatmeal down the hatch and then off to the race site. We had about a 30 min drive over so time to focus on dealing with the race start..."did I choose the right tires...air pressure...do I have my floaties?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Now we all toe the line...pros and all in a mass start. I don't really plan on seeing any of them again anyway so "SEE YA". Underway and feeling good to go. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The course starts with about 3 miles of pavement leading to the trailhead for the first 2 hrs of single track. This part was pretty awesome. We were pretty bunched up which caused me to go a little harder than I would have if I was by myself. I mean come on we have 100 miles to do so don't blow it in the first 20 right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But anyway I get to the first aide station in 2 hrs and find out that it's like 18-19 miles and not 15 so I'm feeling pretty good about that. I'm on my expected pace for now...so a quick bottle fill up and peel off the arm warmers and then I'm back to it!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Now we get to the real long climbing...I'm totally not used to the climbing in the mountains so this is pretty tough for me. Even though we did climb mostly on the double track. That was the best thing though...I could just keep my head down and grind up, and up, and up...so totally different riding than having to climb on single track!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Great thing about having to climb for what felt like forever was that awesome bomb down into aide station 4. That was the shit man...! Aide station 4 I happily excepted the offer to have my chain whipped down and lubed...that was much needed after the muddy riding! Shoveled in some pretzels and peanut butter.....more fluid on board and off to the next aide station!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Five was closer than the others and I was there in no time. Only about 20 miles left at that point so I knew that I was good to go with my plan of getting my ass out of the woods before dark. Few handfuls of trail mix...(drain the bladder)...and back to it. Up the 18% climb to descend into number 6.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SCC-UXAgXQI/AAAAAAAAABg/HOUhJzd5cT4/s320/Cohutta_100_finish-blog2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197363226968349954" /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;At aide station 6 we drop into the single track for the last leg to the finish. It was at this point I was able to unlock my rear shock and put it to use again! I thought no problem now...I'm almost there. Of course that's when things go bad, right? Now I start getting that almost ready to cramp feeling in one leg...then that goes away and then I get it in the other...so the rest of the sweet single track I'm teetering on the edge of pretzeling up on the side of the trail....that really sucked. So I just was tooling along keeping it easy making slow progress, but at least progress. So that was good. Every minute I'm closer to getting done!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Finally I'm out of the woods for the last mile on the pavement to the finish. I figure I can throw it in the middle ring and hammer it home. But no...those cramps were right there...so back to the granny and just coast my friend!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So my first 100 miler took 11:35...I made it back before dark so met my intended goal!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Next year we'll see how it goes!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916703610146077250-4668040552144123454?l=dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/feeds/4668040552144123454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916703610146077250&amp;postID=4668040552144123454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/4668040552144123454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916703610146077250/posts/default/4668040552144123454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtdawgbiker.blogspot.com/2008/05/cohutta-100-miles-up.html' title='Cohutta: 100 miles up...'/><author><name>George Scott...aka, dirtdawgbiker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806949790281042710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/Sniem2nRR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/5A3_hX8P70E/S220/Profile-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yMqxZ7gtFIo/SCC9yHAgXOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-61W-HFkqtw/s72-c/Big_T_at-Cohutta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
