Barbarians At The Gate

There is much carnage at hand for your favorite band of two wheeled miscreants. Much carnage indeed.

Firstly, we have the lesser mortar fire of PIR and a Tabor to contest tonight and tomorrow, but those are just the softening blows. This weekend comes the full scale bombardment and land invasion coming in the form of the Elkhorn Classic, a 3 day, 4-stage murderfest with lots o’ hills and plenty o’ pain.We went last year, and for some reason a good lot of us are idiotic enough to go and do it again. We already have two in hospital now but seeing the range of folks going to Elkhorn, perhaps we should all go in to have our heads examined. We’re nuts. Cuckoo. Screw it, we’re going and we’ll give it everything we have and we’ll have a few laughs along the way.

Kristin is hanging out at RIO at Good Sam in NW, continuing her recovery. She’s coming around, little by little, step by step, and we’re all encouraged by this. She is mostly bored when not in physical therapy, and thinks this of the food.

Kira is hanging in there as best she can while we’re on the clock for the rest of the biopsy. The pain meds are screwing up her insides something fierce, so she’s trying to find a balance therein. We’ll spare you those details, but please keep our girls in your thoughts.

And lastly, though something we collectively abhor, one of our flock has gone completely batshit and is doing an Ironman Triathalon in Coure’de laine, Idaho this weekend. She’s prepared and rested and good to go. I guess the upshot, as she pointed out this week, is that her suffering will be over in just one day while the rest of us suffer for 3. Sigh. Oh well. Since taking up cycling her bike handling skills have increased 1000 fold, so that should help come tri day. We do have photographic evidence she loved the bike first and foremost, and here it is, Ms. Pedersen, circa 1980.

A triathalon is a good bike ride ruined by a swim and a run, but we wish you all the luck Ginny!