Sorry, but I was simply too lazy to post the last days. So here is what happened:
First day back from the roadtrip, found a comfortable position on my office-chair so my ass wouldn't hurt, and went back to work. Easy recovery ride in the evening that was kept short. To my luck our ride leader forgot to dress warm enough and got so cold that we headed back early. Checked out the new American Cycle&Fitness shop on Woodward. It's sweet, somehow reminds me of a Starbucks... two perfect worlds meet: coffee and bikes!
I fell for American Idol. Yep, I watched it - blury as hell since I just have a cheap antenna, but that's what you do when you're too tired to get usefull stuff done.
Got my credit card receipt and saw the charge for the Fitness Center on it. Shock - reminder that I still have a membership, so I better go there. Did some weight lifting and spent a lot more time checking out the interesting character there.
Easy trainer ride. What happened to me in North Carolina? Since I'm back I simply don't want to ride at temps below 55 F any more.
Quick trip to the gym - still thinking about that credit card receipt.
What a shitty day - the weather sucked. The plan was to head out with Jim for an around town MTB tour, but it started to snow early in the ride. Heavy and wet. 2.5 hours into the ride one hand was frozen, and I barely was able to put on the mittens I luckily brought along. Nice tailwind on the way home, and we finally suffered through 80 misserable, cold, wet, gray Michigan miles. Thanks for the ride Jim, I wouldn't have gone that far if you hadn't been in town.
Big WRCS awards party in the evening at Joe's house. His basement just blew me away. It's finished, and his definition of "finished" means: Bar, beer on tap, kitchen, Pooltable, Arcade-machine, and 3 TV's. Insiders know this place as well as "Sports Town Tavern". It was fun seeing many of the WRCS riders at the party - but sometimes hard to recognize them without balaclava and helmet.
Another day on the mountainbike: We rode from Detroit to Chicago and back. Just kidding. But man, we were going ridiculous fast for 2 hours. I never looked up during that suffer-fest, so when we finally slowed down and I lifted my head I was surprised to find myself in Milford and not further west in Chicago...