Of course, the holidays dominated a good bit of my time recently. I spent Christmas Eve and Day hanging out with my father in Tyler. My sister and I caught up with him, shared stories, found out he self-published his first book, and we looked at old photos, like this one:
|Such a classic picture — Mason City High School Mohawks Wrestling, early 1960s. Yeah, the grin is a family trait.|
Books! I also have read a couple of books recently. The best of the bunch:
"The Secret Race," Tyler Hamilton's exposé of pro cycling's dark side. If you're interested in the latest news about Lance Armstrong (LA weighing doping confession), you should read this book. You don't even have to be a cycling fan or a rider. It's well-written (Hamilton teamed with Daniel Coyle, author of "Lance Armstrong's War") and a damning book that has every detail you could imagine and then some. It's hard to not have some sympathy for Hamilton — he felt he had to dope in order to compete. That still doesn't make it right, but I get it. We shall see how Armstrong fares if/when he confesses. MY guess is fewer people will feel sympathetic for him.
Upon returning to Texas, I fulfilled my civic duty:
Reporting to the court was greatness. Basically I got to sit for three hours, watch a jury duty info video featuring Clarice Tinsley and Scott Sams, and read Mountain Bike and Thrasher magazines (no lie, these were among the magazines the court made available to potential jurors). Then I was told I wouldn't be a juror and I was on my merry way.
And just yesterday, I ran my second 10K — DRC's Frigid 10K/5K at White Rock Lake:
|Photo courtesy of Terrell Daily Photo|
Reading about MTBs during jury duty gave me the itch to hit a local trail — Cedar Hill State Park. It's my fave because it's not too far and is rarely congested with cyclists/hikers/runners/horses.
Now, I always call the park office to confirm the trail's conditions. This morning, the phone recording said "Trails are open." Guess what? They shouldn't have been:
That right there is a muddy mess. Five minutes into my ride and I knew I needed to get off the trails. There hadn't been any rain recently, but the frost on the ground made the trail conditions terrible. Riding in such conditions wreaks havoc on the trail (deep grooves) and the rider. I was almost tossed off the bike when that clump of mud stopped the front tire. Deflated, I intermittently rode and walked my bike back to the trailhead where I warned another cyclist of the conditions. He was appreciative and shocked that I collected that much mud in about 3 miles of riding and walking. We both informed the park staff that the trail needed to be closed (which they did). I considered going to Big Cedar but figured its conditions might be bad, too.
So, upon my return to Dallas, I settled for a windy road ride around the lake. It was just OK; not what I was hankering. It was sorta like craving Chinese food all day only to find out the restaurant is closed and then settling for a frozen pizza. The power of positive thinking: Any day I get to ride a bike (or eat pizza) is a good day, so I am counting my blessings (of which, there are numerous). I hope your 2013 is going great, too.