It’s official: The Bugs are now mountain bikers.
Wow, I can’t believe it, but here they are happy, healthy and fully pinned. Happy birthday babies!
It is SO hard to get them both to sit still long enough for a photo.
Finley likes the grassy DH.
Fiona likes the slide.
Just returned from a week of family fun time in Cabo San Lucas. It was quite the adventure with lots to tell, but for now:(more…)
Whipped out a user interface for a securitization document sharing application,
finished redesigning a commercial mortgage origination application,
submitted a contract to build the Sea Otter pro pump track,
wrangled feedback for a new high school mountain bike racing website,
sang to babies,
edited photo credits for Mastering Mountain Bike Skills 2nd Edition,
rescued Ian after he got stuck in the snow,
helped put babies to sleep,
did two 10-minute strength circuits framed by three 10-minute trainer intervals,
ate awesome food made by the equally pinned Wife,
wrote an important business letter
and told you all about it.
Now it’s time to hang with The Wife.
Sleep (not too long). Repeat.
It’s been the toughest but most awesome winter of my life. I did tons of work, finished two books and helped create and maintain two humans. That meant six months of training “off the mountain.”
I’ve always wanted to do a 24-hour race, but I was afraid I couldn’t go that long without sleeping.
For the past five months, the babies have made me tougher and tougher.
Whew. It’s already been six weeks. Here’s a quick update and a few photos.
As of this morning, everything is different. Something in my heart got unlocked. It got shaken loose, and now it’s flowing through me. I’ve heard parents say it, but I never understood. So this is love. That unconditional, universal, unbeatable love of a parent for his baby. Make that babies.
Ladies and gentlemen … meet Finley and Fiona.(more…)
Today was my last chance for a big XC ride, at least for a while. I took The Wife to breakfast, assembled an infant car seat then met some dudes at Heil Ranch. We climbed then descended, climbed then descended. The climbing felt good—comfortable and strong. The descending—well—BRAAAP! The book is done for now, and we’re pretty much ready for the kids. What a treat to let it all go for a few hours: railing turns, pumping rocks, seeking good lines but riding whatever appeared in front of me.
Whoa that’s a big rock! Might as well go straight over it.