TNC #9
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OK, the thing is, it rained. There was a bike race and stuff, but after 72 consecutive days without measurable precipitation in Albuquerque, the gentle sprinkle the whole time I was racing tonight was a desert blessing. Rainbows are tough to shoot, but you get the idea. Look close. It’s a double rainbow.
My friend Kelli has started to blog her triathlon training. The woman is fearless. Now I eagerly await her first entry about a rest day.
Let’s see, how to strike the appropriate tone here. I don’t want to get this wrong, to create the wrong impression, to sound immodest. It’s been easy and fun to describe my cycling exploits with self-deprecating humor when I get spit out the back of a pack of racers and trounced, or get dropped, gasping …
Dolphins, it turns out, apparently understand instinctively and from the beginning what I am only beginning to grasp. A new paper by Daniel Weihs (free, reg. req.) calculates that baby dolphins swimming in mom’s slipstream gain between 30 percent and 60 percent of the force required to keep up. Weihs, of the Israel Institute of …
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The first Tuesday Night Crit was this evening. Bill the Bike Man blocks off the streets in a business park up near my work, a half mile circuit with wide turns and good pavement. It’s a fast course, flat with three real turns and one long gentle bend. I raced the C race, which is …
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Dano – Remember where I said it was a good sign when Armstrong led out Max van Heeswijk’s sprint at the Tour of Murcia? This is even better news – when the Texan wins the sprint himself: Who knew the boy could sprint?