Traveling Again

So this blog post comes to you from the over-hyped and underwhelming city of Miami Flori-duh. If you've just started reading my blog for some unknown reason, you may think that that I'm kind of a big deal judging from all this traveling I've been doing. Bouncing around to some of the most clubbinest cities the US has to offer (Vegas, Bloomington, Miami...). You would be mistaken. I just prefer to get all of my traveling out of the way in one hectic week and a half period.



Anyway, with the USGP's in Loui-tuckey in a couple weeks and the triple UCI weekend in Cincinatti this weekend, I had to drag my cross bike with me so I could get some car dodging in. I actually found a decent little sidewalk type thing that runs along the ocean called the Broadwalk that gets me off the main roads and provides a little better scenery.


(that's right, sun's out gun's out)

I'm here on some for some business stuff. Yes I have a real job and no it's not as a bike racer. I just pose as one on the weekends. But the place we're staying is pretty lavish. Quite possibly the nicest place I've laid my head. So the ackward stares were plentiful as I rolled through the lobby all kitted up.





Last night we went on either a tiny cruise ship or a very large regular boat up the intercostal waterway for a few hours for some drinks and socialization. I just watched the Red Sox game.





I'm still trying to get over some leg soreness from my little mini camping trip I took last weekend. Myself and someone else went to the Deam Wilderness just south of Lake Monroe and did a 6.5 mile hike on the was into our lakeside camping spot and a 5 mile hike out with 40 or so pound packs with all of our stuff. If you're wondering why the way in was 6.5 and out was only 5, that's because I apparently can't read maps that well. Anyway, muscles I didn't even know I had were sore. Maybe not that extreme in your mind, but try it, I'll bet it hurts more than you'd think.

Getting pretty jazzed for this weekend and next weekend (UCI's and the Hilly Hundred). For that matter all of October should be pretty awesome.

OK I'm out.

P.S. If I can read at the 5th grade level on my plane ride home, be on the lookout for a book review of "Between a Rock and a Hard Place." It's the story of Aron Ralston, the guy who got his arm trapped by a falling rock while canyoneering and cut it off to free himself. It's been awesome so far, so I'll keep you posted.