CYCLING JOURNAL

Friday, March 6, 2026

11 MILES & FROLICING WITH HORNED LARKS

Yesterday was amazing, I needed to get out so so bad and as soon as I got started I knew it was going to be a good day. Because the endorphins were doing there job.

A hold gaggle of Horned larks. I accidentally thought they were quail. And as fast as I came up on them, I thought they would have flown away. Nope look at my and continued pecking. I counted 5 then was in awe as 15 took off. Whhhhaaa.

These guys blend in so well. When the sit down, they literally disappear.

The flower and riders are out.

Monkey face trail above.

Sunday, March 1, 2026

IN A NUT SHELL & 3 MILES

If you new and you don't know. I've been diagnosed with two chronic illness. Chronic Venus Insufficient and Fibromyalgia. It make functioning very difficult. I have had Fibromyalgia since childhood, all though years I though I was crazy. And I was was young so it was bothersome, but no real impact. However it does explain why I could fall asleep anywhere and sleep for 11 to 12 hour straight. Or why sometime my body would be a furnace, or ice cold. But it was annoying and being young I could deal with it like the CVI.

Fast-forward to April 2022 and I'm 50. And all hell breaks lose. Back surgery and the Fibromyalgia and CVI are through the fucking roof with extra things.

What I have is call a dynamic disability. My pain fluctuates and there absolutely no rhyme or reason to it. There is no planning around this. It wake up and either go oh shit look like the beds going to be my friend. To getting a hour or two of remaining up right, before my body starts to say 👋 hey even though you didn't do jack shit, time to go back to bed. The majority of my days is painful 😖.

But I'm stubborn. Laying in bed all day is wearing on me. So by doing a ride on the stationary bike it make me feel accomplished. Even though I might look like death warmed over. Looks.....I don't give a fuck what I look like. What you see is what you get with all my sassyness.

So just 3 miles on ZWIFT.

Saturday, February 28, 2026

2017 GOING TO PARADISE COLD TURKEY

2017 No training, no plan, just let's do something crazy on bikes. And did I mention no fitness. This was I call a Cold Turkey ride.

And we did it on comfort bikes, not road bikes. Gruling is a huge understatement. We grabbed the bull by the horns and held on for dear life. We road, them rested and road and rested.

You could say we were exhausted. This is the rested up shot.

And this is us just making it to the top dead inside. We did it, we conquered that twisty windy up hill road. 1,776 feet of climb.

Even though we did suffer, we suffered together.

And we conquered together.

I weighed 325 lb. And Chris weighed 350 lb. And we still did it.

And then we did it again. And faster.

Friday, February 27, 2026

2020 TO 2026.

Oh WOW. From views all over the world to only having 3. I can't remember what happen, I think I blogged about it. But something major happen and I lost a ton of followers. It's a repeating pattern with me. Oh well starting over again, is also my thing.