i'm just a junky

LEFT:this is the motovelo squad making up random stories after the race...except for kerry...he usually tells the truth, however he is the only one winning races, so we normally have to make up fictitious stories about our chains coming off, and my recent story about how my finger was brutal gnawed off in the chain while i was pumping 450w which seemed to not hold up when everyone starting examining all my fingers. i stick at lying. BTW, that's me with the pretty legs.

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i've never been all the big on heroine. as it seems to be a fairly expensive drug and would require me to stick needles in my arm. i save that privilege for the chic at the doctor's office and the lovely ladies that work their magic on mi los dentes. besides, we've all seen that movie trainspotting, and it doesn't make the life of a junkie seem as nice as the folks who linger around the *COMPANY XYZ* General Office(Mike you know what i'm saying). In some respects I think it would be a much simpler life. You would not pay taxes. You'd care less about what happened in the stock market. You'd get a ton of hand-outs from office hippies like myself. What a life. There are some things to consider of course...the whole "cardboard box - residential living experience." Some things you just have to look past. Anyways, I've had a little bit of blogger's block here lately. Some have said that the last blog was my best every so there is obvious pressure to impress you people with another fantastic tale which probably ends me the word - "porta john" or "i did not know you could get sick from that." But, i am going the other direction. I plan to bore you completely in an attempt to get you to come back one more time...at which time...i will wow the crowd with a terrific display of dynamic vocabulary, and flowerly pictures of landscapes that make you cry and stand in awe. Allow me to ramble and catch you up on all the days you've missed.

First: Friday I was forced into hard recovery from the Monta Albon experience. Few men have walked away without permanently damanged colons. Eric still coughs up blood, and told me that the thought of going to the bathroom makes his want to cry...but he's also scared of clowns and men named Craig.

Next: Friday night came the Sprint TT. I wondered how'd I'd do. In the qualifier, i knocked on the door with a first place finish. In the finals I sprinted like a low grade, narcolepic juggler and left it on the table with a 3rd place. I was not forced into making up stories to my teammates for my failures, however I will say that when I start touching 40 mph in a sprint, i get light headed and sometimes i've seen jerry garcia. I don't even know what crack rocks look like, but i definately feel like i've smoked a couple

After That:Saturday was firmly lodged in Friday night's pocket so I was sitting on the trainer warming up while insulting my teammates and watching El Presidente taunt us with crispy cream donuts. He's a cruel cycling director and normally tells me that i'm doing "FILL IN THE BLANK" wrong, but he's a funny guy and a pretty good friend whose new training methodology has become -- "anti-training...
it's the opposite of training.......reverse psychology....
it's the latest thing..like training with power but not." I would like to take credit for that bit of comedic knee slappage, but those were El Presidente's exact words. Oh ya, the crit...came close to crashing out, stunk up the place, DNF...that's right I said it..DNF sucka! I've done it before and just might not do it again because if I don't win races, then I don't pay for them and this whole hobby gets expensive dang it. somebody pass me the EPO.

Next Slide:Sunday was fantastic as they all are!

CLICK CLICK:Monday-Yoga

Play BALL!:Tuesday-tried to go to Orr, didn't have my helmet, went to the group ride, they left when i showed up(fear that i'd hammer them to pieces), ended up riding up to some guy who attempted to drop me. what the heck. are you serious? you trying to drop a guy on a climb who:

a) rides it all the time

b) is ticked off that he DNF on Saturday

c) is hungry, and moody

d) is listening to "AFI" or "the Darkness" or "Shakira" or whatever it was that I forgot to erase off my IPOD before heading out..>ARRGGHH!!!!

So, I showed him what few people get to see...my butt, as I rocketed by him...taking back position of the poka-dot jersey...and what little pride I had left. SUCKA!(eric please place that on my review)

*julian left in sudden haste. he found a prime opportunity to run out of work while no one was looking...he'll finish this thing later.