Off the Track

My training schedule went a little bit sideways this weekend. Our schedule could have accommodated some workouts but I wasn't feeling it and decided to let it slide. Not to say that I did nothing but I definitely did not hit the weights or the bikes or the treadmill or the pool. I did swing a whip and take down a whole ton of weeds which did get me sore.

But today is officially the get back on track day. It is supposed to be a rest day according to my schedule but I don't see another rest day. I see a good hard sweat in my future.

And just under three weeks until my first mountain bike race ever at the Sea Otter Classic! That should prove interesting. I'm trying to approach it more from an educational experience and trying not to worry about where I place but I also expect that my competitive juices will kick in once the race has started. I'm looking to have some fun, do decently well on the race and not be last.

A little sliding is acceptable but anything more than a day or two could be bad for my training and I've come too far to let anything derail me now.

Sex (Still) Sells

Even in defeat, Patrick main attraction at Indy because of a potential confrontation and the basic fact that she's gorgeous. She looks alot more like an umbrella girl than a driver, but she can drive like a demon.

Americans love nothing more than a beautiful face except when the pretty, pretty is also capable in her actually chosen field. In Patrick's case, she races Indy cars, a sport about as exciting as waiting for a pile up on the evening commute. Which is pretty much the only reason I'd ever watch it and I don't think I'm in the minority. Not that I want drivers to get hurt but it breaks up the monotony of the actual race.

Danica Patrick is one, Milka Duno (love that name!) and Sarah Fisher are two more.

I'm sure there are more good looking (and capable, let's not forget the capable part) that are being speeded through the lower ranks to bring some eyeballs back on the sport.

But yeah, Danica is a marketing dream, she's determined, she's tough and she's smoking hot. Not a bad combo plate at all.

And, oh yeah, no I didn't watch even a moment of the races this weekend. Just not into watching cars go in a big circle at high speed but I bet it gets more fun when you add in sun exposure and case after case of cheap beer.

And this has made me wonder what other sports I semi-follow even though I don't care for the sport, just the pretty faces who play it? I'd have to say a good portion of tennis falls under that designation. Its the reason we have female sideline reporters in football, a little pretty to break up a whole lot of ugly. Or did you really think Erin Andrews was a truly top-notch football analyst? Heck, here's an entire website dedicated to the pretties on the sidelines to add to/distract from the sporting event.

And there you go, some Monday morning hawt boy blogging to get your day started.

Tour de Cheat

I find it an interesting contrast between the fervor surround Barry Bonds nearing the home run record and, yet another, Tour de France being completely swamped by doping.

After last year's Landis miracle and subsequent positive drug test, you'd think that the riders would try to do it clean. But nope. That'd be too much like thinking or something. Anyway, rider #2 has failed a drug test. Bye now, Christian Moreni. Was it worth it?

At least he was honest enough to admit he cheated and not pretend like he never did anything wrong. That says something.

[Update: The Leader Gets Sent Home for violating team rules and missing two drug tests. Will cycling be the first professional sport to just give up and embrace cheating?]