first cross practice...using a cross bike. still not using mtb shoes, but someday soon.

headed out to a park off of bannock st. that eric moore showed me once upon a time. i spent the first part of my morning hopping invisible barriers and running up a hill. i think it went alright all things considered. i am terrible at mounting a bicycle while running, i either end up stutter stepping and sort of half-hopping on, or i build up the courage to do it properly and end up jumping excessively high and crashing on to the saddle, which hurts. i wish i was a female...no pain when you mis-hop on to your bike saddle, and no need to purchase costly calendars. the park is right next to a high school, and since today is a tuesday school was in session, and people were doing some pre-class canoodling on park benches, etcetera. nobody was really paying attention to the uncoordinated kid that seemed to be moving about the park without rhyme or reason...running with a bike over his shoulder, attempting to do wheelies, riding down hills with both legs on one side of the bike...one homeless man did however hear me utter some profane language under my breath after i had credit carded myself on the tip of my saddle. he smiled and my pain had been justified. i hurt myself, people like watching people hurt themselves, therefore people like me. thats called a syllogism. im like john hammond, except i have bicycle and he had an elaborate amusement park with cloned dinosaurs on an island about forty miles off the coast of costa rica.



definitely worth a couple weeks of dealing with unsavory ebayers.