I really like beer. Good beer is fun to open and pour, and smell, and taste. Big fan. It's got some downsides too, though. It's painfully expensive to get the good stuff. It's not really very good for you. And it makes you fat.
Training, as it turns out, has been going well. I did a test yesterday and it was very good. Even better because I tested on MacArthur rather than on a hill like I usually do, but it was still a best for me. Even though I missed my admittedly ambitious goal by a couple of ticks, I'm really pleased. The goal mark is easily going down next time I hit a big hill with any freshness.
We're making the trip to Killington later this spring. I'm looking forward to it, mostly because I've never been to a "big" race before. No unrealistic expectations, but I'd like to be able to play the game, and with the way training's going, that's doable. But there are a few hills in VT, and I'm darn sure I don't want to be lugging 8 or 9 pounds of hefeweisen or dubbel up said hills. So the severe curtailment of beer enjoyment begins today. It could easily be a free half pound of weight loss per week.
It's time to get a little serious. I'm psyched.
The business is going really well. You'll see a bunch of November wheels at Black Hills and Jeff Cup. Frames shortly thereafter.