* CNN News talent Richard Quest was busted the other day in NYC's Central Park with methamphetamine "n his pocket, a rope around his neck that was tied to his genitals, and a sex toy in his boot. It wasn't immediately clear what the rope was for. . ." Who hasn't been caught in exactly that predicament? According to the NY Post, which only reports on serious news such as "Headless Body in Topless Bar," "the officer at the scene was able to ID the drug because of his prior experience as a police officer in drug arrests, observation of packaging which is characteristic of this type of drug, and defendant's statements that . . . 'I've got some meth in my pocket'. " I predict Mr. Quest's attorney is going to have a rough time getting that evidence suppressed.
* It was a day of firsts.
- The first long L2 ride of the year to occur in thoroughly pleasant weather. It was 47 at ride start, 67 at ride finish, just a lovely, long ride in temperate weather. I literally *never* broke a sweat, nor did I stop pedaling for the entire ride, taking off the arm and knee warmers on the fly.
- It was the first time my son has ever thrown up all over the livingroom. He had a bad stomach and sore throat, and just blew a huge load of grapes (literally, no metaphor there) all over the carpet. Purple grape stains are fun to get out of a (formerly) cream colored carpet, let me tell you. I told him to think about throwing up on the dog next time, since the dog is easier to clean. Later on, when I asked him if he felt better, he said he was still sick. "How sick?" I asked. "Twenty Sick" he said. He said if he felt good he'd be "Zero Sick." So I guess 20-sick is about as bad as it gets.
- It was the first fresh corn-on-the-cob of the season. It wasn't local-local corn and 3 hours removed from the stalk, but it was locally grown enough, and fresh enough, to be exceedingly tasty. The real big day comes around late June to early July, depending on the weather, and that day is the First Locally Grown Corn of the Year Day. We're talking about exquisite tasting corn when that happens. But that's merely gravy, the champagne of corn-on-the-cob. For now I'm happy just having fresh corn again.
Today's Power Chart: Suspiciously Lumpy
Turns out that I set a new personal best for mean maximal power for everything from 50 seconds, up to about 2:30. Totally blew out the old power curve. It seems like the enormous hole in my VO2max Power:Weight ratio is slowly being filled in with a composite made of pain and sweat. My VO2 P:W is still sucky, but it's no longer the anomalous hole in my otherwise fair-all-arounder/strong sprint power profile. This is thrilling to me (and nobody else) because I've been worrying about that enormous gap in my fitness for a solid year, it's been bugging me because that limiter (along with being a fat bastard) was hurting me in cross races with repetitive climbs last year. At Granogue, for instance, I blew up *each lap* roughly 25 yards before the tower, just totally lost gas at the tail end of the two minute climb, and lost maybe 2 spots per lap. Maybe this signals I'll be over the hill before blowing up this year. Then again, maybe I'll get to like, 10 yards from the top before blowing up on each lap. We'll see.