Nimrods Altitude Training Camp!

So would you believe, the Amgen Tour of California chose the same weekend to be in Big Bear as the Nimrods Slacker Team?! Yes, our annual high altitude training camp was scheduled and we arrived to the mayhem of tent building and barrier erecting

We managed to propagate a couple of signs:

The hot tub was steaming, Kenny took first dunk, but Steve was itchin to get in

So camp began with a mountain bike cruise to the top of Summit via fire roads and a single track and fire road decent! Wicked fun! Upon returning to the base camp/Wardo's bitchen cabin, we donned the nimrods t and walked over to the Amgen Tour festivities!

Surf City Cyclery

So Friday, March 19th, 2010 was the VIP Grand Opening celebration for Sean Flynn's new Specialized Concept Shop - SURF CITY CYCLERY. What a killer event! AND he invited a Nimrod! What a charitable guy. The evening was full of insane eye candy from the yellow S-Works ridden by Fabien Cancellara in the 2009 Tour de France


to the unbelievably stealth Specialized Shiv
There was incredible food provided by The Avanti Cafe (Vegetarian) and an open bar with select reds and whites with the Surf City Cyclery Label! Sean hooked all that were in attendance a shwag bag with t-shirt, water bottle, and a pair of sweet CapoFormasocks. I rolled out from the house Saturday morning looking "Pro" in the Nimmy Kit and the new 4" white Surf City Cyclery socks. Yes, I'm a flippin' rockstar in my own mind! Three cheers for the new shop! Hip-hip Hooray! x3

Fueling

To be an elite athlete you must be completely in tune with your body. Everything you do is purpose driven, there are no half-measures, no "days off". To this end I invite anyone who is interested to look into Hammer Nutrition. They are quite an amazing company. My family was assisted into this world by the mother of Brian Frank -the owner of Hammer Nutrition! (By assisted, I mean my wife's midwife was B.F.'s mother, she caught my kids!) I never knew this until she dropped an issue of the Hammer Nutrition Journal off at my house and told me that her son and former husband started Hammer years ago. I was blown away! Anyhow, I got to go to Whitefish Montana and tour the facility and let me tell you it was beautiful. They have an amazing compound and super modern offices AND a trampoline in the front! Back to fueling...I spent weeks researching the ways to fuel pre-ride, post-ride, on recovery days etc, then my partner in crime showed me how a Nimrod fuels:

Buurrrito anyone??????

So it ain't the berries!

Well, 4 months and counting and the berry on the left is still out of service. I think the Cremaster muscle theory is out the window now. My new theory is a jacked nerve in my back that is firing off through my hip and sack. Again, sucks to be me! I have been out on the bike and spend two days off of it with IBU and an ice pack, in fact I'm sitting on one now. Sitting causes a flare up it seems, especially when I get into my car. Standing is great, maybe I just need to ride out of the saddle? At least I feel better than I did two months ago. Slow to mend, but thankful.

The 2nd Coming...

Okay, so the 2nd Generation Nimrods Racing kit has begun production and we are gathering sponsors/ad space. Thus far we have a carpet company, geotech company, a roofing company, and a music group...we are hoping to get MotorTabs to join and "hook-a-brotha-up!" We will wait and see. I was looking over the biblical references for "Nimrod" and found in Genesis 10:8 and Genesis 10:9 some kick ass references and explanations. Nimrod = "Let us Rebel!" - Now that is straight-up perfect. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qMAJf-hf1Zk crazy crashes (view at your own risk - I haven't yet.)

It takes true grit and an extremely inflated EGO to roll with the www.NimrodsRacing.com group. Case and point...Kelly P. the III as he likes to refer to himself (there are no other Kelly's in his family, but don't tell him this.) He is a MAN among men a real "out there" kind of guy. He is pretty much the Shizzle in his own mind. He has found that compression socks go well with the www.NimrodsRacing.com kit and as you can see...he sports the kit with style and attitude. We were cruising at 14 mph when this shot was taken...wheew! That took a lot out of me. Ride on Mr. KPtheIIIrd. You are one wild and interesting MAN.

Back on the bike....and wishing it was a Trike

So, finally, after far too long sitting on the sidelines I have returned to the bike! Oh, the joy! Then I realized it really sucks.

When you are fit I truly believe we take the fitness for granted. Aside from gaining pounds and hair on my legs (something my wife was very happy about), sitting and waiting causes the mind to embellish what you think you have in the way of strength, power, and endurance. As I drive down Pacific Coast Highway and see the cyclists I SEE myself gaining on them, sitting on their wheels, then gassing them and popping them off the back. Oh, the truth, the truth, is soooo painful once my trusty steed is once more mounted and readied for battle on the tarmac.

I set off feeling the wind whip through the hair on my legs...of course this is the reason I can't top 13 miles per hour! I roll on feeling the heat in my chest rising and the drip of sweat trickling down my man boobs to the pooch of a stomach that was once, dare I say, ripped!??? I carry on each pedal stroke more labored than the previous; each breath shallower than the last - where, OH F-ing WHERE, is a group that I can sit in and suck wheel? I plod along reminiscing of a past so much better, fitter, faster. At last, I hear "On your left..." They whizz by me as if I am standing still, I take a breath (deep as I can under the strain of just rolling along) and bridge up to this group, (my saviors). Oh the GODs must have heard my cries, the gleam of kits, the whir of freewheels, the click of gears, (the f-ing blistering pace!) The joy does not last long. I quickly realize that this 'group' is moving very fast AND they are taking turns at the front. I have absolutely nothing to give - I am spent, I am extra weight, I am certainly NOT ment to be along for this ride. As the front rider peels off and slides back I motion to her to go in front of me and with a snarled lip she obliges ...I am not long for this 'group'. I am once again alone, now gasping, heart racing, sweat dripping, eyes burning, ego crushed. I roll home.