Wielding Jehovah's Cyclocross Battleaxe

I was reading an article about that Vibram lawsuit a while back and it said that the ruling would most effect 60 year old hippies and 20 year old douchebags. That cracked me up.
 
i never bought into the vibram/modern day birkenstock craze. i'm all for mid-foot running and minimalish shoes, but those things are just stupid.
 
Finally got this fat bastard yesterday. Simon taunts him here:

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I wear Birkenstock sandals. They're pretty comfy but it does remind me of that one live Jane's Addiction set where he rags on the guy for throwing 1 on stage.

I rode yesterday and between being sore and the flu shot the day before, I was flat as hell. I gave it the good college try on a few hills and was nowhere near my PR on any of them. Feeling a little tired today still, but this is a good week to be tired because there is no racing this coming weekend and it looks like tomorrow may be a literal wash. I'll get out today soon. I had planned to do a bike then run, but I'm not sure if I should let my running soreness subside before I go back at it, or just go at it and let it work itself out.

I think I would run something like 10 miles a week at most. Probably there will be some 0 weeks in there as well, so less compound/residual injuries will happen.

Ok fine, Bob Glick it is.

Have to say that sitting here, I'm exactly 0% sad to be missing the race tomorrow. No desire to drive, nor to race in the rain. And my body being tired/sore makes racing this weekend not appealing at all.

It's raining leaves out back. Is this the weekend where they start coming down in buckets?

Gonna get JP a leaf blower for his new house. Probably need something about this caliber:

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sadly our neighbors tree is the size of the freaking sun and all his leaves fall on our lawn. not enough to constitute a plastic rake though.
 
Finally got this fat bastard yesterday. Simon taunts him here:

FYI best to release those things pretty far away (or past a river) or else they'll find their way back. I trapped a bunch years ago when I lived in Hillsboro and used to release them in Johnson's park piscataway across the Raritan. If you trap a raccoon watch out - those things are nasty. I was almost afraid to release it
 
Damn that hog big. I will be honest and say I didn't think you were the type to trap something yourself, so I am impressed. For some reason I expect some kind of good story when you release it, like letting it go right at the start of the next cross race or something. Eat this call-up people.
 
rick is right. rule of thumb is 5 miles. f'ers are stubborn. most every weekend when i'm having coffee in the late morning hours one (of the three) in my backyard come out to hang out and sun themselves. if they pass my mental line in the sand they get the crossbow treatment as long as the kids (and wife) aren't around.
 
rick is right. rule of thumb is 5 miles. f'ers are stubborn. most every weekend when i'm having coffee in the late morning hours one (of the three) in my backyard come out to hang out and sun themselves. if they pass my mental line in the sand they get the crossbow treatment as long as the kids (and wife) aren't around.

That sucks, I think he only released it 2-3 miles from home.:cry:

If he comes back, can you come visit us with your crossbow?
 
If Dave cant make it I can always bring my dog. She took out a huge ground hog in the back yard. It was a bloody mess. Truthfully I was pissed I had to clean her.
 
Get a BB gun. My buddy has become an excellent shooter taking out squirrels is his garden.
 
The groundhog was released a bit over 2 miles away, but I really don't see it coming back, as I tied a cinder block to it and nailed it's head to a tree. Ok, maybe not. But it's like all uphill and this fat thing will likely tire out and get run over by a truck.

I used apples to catch it. Then the next day I caught a raccoon. I let that one go in the yard though because I kinda like them, even if they do attack the garbage now and again. They are a bit meaner than groundhogs, in theory. But if you wait until the end of the day they're usually pretty lethargic. He took off and hit the woods with no issue.

I've considered a BB gun, but with the kids in the house, what could possibly go wrong? I know when I was a kid I shot everything I could, up to and including shit on the neighbor's side of the hedge row.

The septic tank is going incredibly slowly. Very little has been done and at this point I just want it wrapped up so the yard can start growing grass before the ground freezes. At this pace, that's going to be in a few days. Though I admit today is a little of a warm uptick.

The weekend was 2 rides.

1. Saturday I went for a warm paced ride, just over an hour. I was tired from the week and really didn't have a lot of mustard. Decent pace but I'm sort of hitting that "good not great" stride and need some rest.
2. Sunday was a 3.5 hour social ride with the team. D took the picture:

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Then Monday I took off. Ended up with 12.5 hours last week, so the past few weeks have been solid. This coming weekend is Whirlybird, which of course requires absolutely no running, so all the practice isn't going to amount to much of anything for now. Though admittedly I'm not expecting miracles. But to make it fun, looks like there may be some rain in the forecast for Saturday.

I'm not sad the weather is turning cooler. It's been a good summer and now it's about time for a good fall. After the septic is done we'll look for a guy to fix up the chimney, which we did not do last year. The previous owner never ran it, because apparently it wasn't in good shape. So it needs a bit of work. We have a lot of wood at this point, so we need to be able to burn it and stay inside.

Even houses that are in move-in condition can be a bit of a money pit at times. But then, this is why we work. Well, this is why you all work. Ok, this is why you all work, less Carson, who sits around in his taxi most of the time.

I think someone here recommended Tangled Webs, a book that I finished last night. Good read. I took my time with it, but it was worth the purchase. Sadly I have only read like 2 books in 6 months, falling well below the torrid pace I started the year at. I've also not been very good trying to teach myself French. In the end, there's too many things to do. Like that dude in the Far Side comic, my brain is full.

I made this with eggplants we got from the garden. In the end, the garden produced a lot of tomatoes but the fat groundhog ate everything else, minus the eggplant leaves. This was really tasty:

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1) Your picture sizing sucks lately. At least in Chrome.

2) Where does the family poop go now while they are digging? At the worker's feet? Into buckets? Colostomy bags?

3) That last person to say Hedge Row was Eisenhower at Normandy.
 
Man, that pictures is worth 1,000 heckles. I am actually surprised Lou will ride with such a large group of mis-mashed kits.

Ground hogs are little mf'ers when it comes to gardens. It really annoys me when they do the knock all the tomatoes off and take one bite. If you gunna ruin my garden, at least eat the whole damn thing.
 
Kevin, my eyes were greatly offended 🙄 JK!

I was just glad to get out and ride with teammates. I haven't been on road ride with other humans in months.


In the picture - for us that don't know all the MTBNJ folks by face.. Who are they? From left to right?

I know Schilling.


Mitch, Carson, Shilling, Mandi, Lou (me), Capers, Kirt, Norm, and Pearl
 
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I had many-many problems at my old house with animals and nature. I had a raccoon that kept climbing up the side of the house on to the roof. It was trying to get in to the attic. Motherfucker ripped the gutter off and started pulling shingles off to try and get in. I was never able to catch it so I hired a service that specializes in raccoon removal and THEY COULDN'T EVEN CATCH THE BASTARD.

And despite the fact that I tied my garbage cans to a barn post, and secure the lid, He'd still manage to ransack them every night.

I hate raccoons.
 
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