


After our ride we changed up super quick and headed to SPR to pick up her new bedroom furniture. Jake had a busy week so he declined a meal out and opted for some down-time at the house - he needs that from time to time and I totally understand his need for decompression. We got to the store just as they were closing, but was able to grab what pieces they had available (still waiting on a stand up dresser). Afterwards we got a Chicago style pie at Old Chicago, which was pretty darn good. Got home around 10pm and then the work began. Jake, Deb, and I heaved all the pieces into the house and began setting it all up. A little after midnight we snugged into our new room (at least part of it is new). Deb did a great job picking out the right set for us. So for Friday I was 3 for 3 (let's review: perfect ride, perfect girl, and perfect furniture).
Saturday: Ian was dropped back off early, but we all got to sleep in until 8am (felt great!). I met up with Dale and Jake's XC coach (along with his wife and a friend) and we hit Sac River for a little mtb'ing. They are not avid cyclist (but all three were outstanding runners at SMS back in the day), but I was really impressed with their fitness and abilities. Dale and I took it pretty easy to make sure the group stayed together and it gave us a chance to catch up a little. Dale has been pretty busy traveling with work and I miss his company on rides and just talking cycling and life. It was a bit muddy (but isn't Sac always that way) and we ended up riding for a little over 2hrs. It was a great way to spin my legs in preparation for Sunday's mtb race. Got back home a little after noon.

Got home and put in all of garden (with the help of Ian - the self-professing original jolly green giant) before the rains came in. We are going to have a great garden this year (I can taste those tomatoes now)! Got my gear together and lubed up the bike for Sunday's race.
Got some quick dinner in me and headed out to play a little poker with the crew. Nine showed up and as usual I was close (2nd for the 2nd time in a row), but no cigar (not that we are smoking, it's just a figure of speech, mom). Got home a little before 11pm and snugged into bed. Turns out Jake slept over at a friends house; I never know who is at or missing from my home on a weekend night.
Sunday: Got a great night's sleep and woke at 7:30. Got some breakfast and coffee in me and turned on Amstel Gold. I was banking on Cunego (and Lampre), but thought Kroon (that right Scott, I know I gave you Damino, but ask Dale, I referenced Karstin as a possible top three) might pull it off. I haven't heard the extend of F. Schleck and Matthew Loyd's injuries, but they did not look good on the side of the road after the big crash. I could only watch until 30k left when I had to head off to Neosho for round 3 of the Midwest Fat Tire Series. It rained all night and all morning and I was looking for a good excuse not to race, but I had great legs all week and didn't want to not reward them for all the training over the past fourteen days. So here I am driving alone (Ira had bike issues and Scott had a sniffle, ok so maybe it was more than that; it's hard to tell with these fragile Cat 1's) in the pouring rain to suffer for a couple hours in the mud. As I am pulling into Neosho the rain stops and turns out it did not return. Pretty cool to catch up with some



Got home and guess what, Ian was shooting hoops outside (if you haven't figured this out that is a staple in his day; he does it on his own and Deb and I have to pull him away most times). We grabbed some dinner, I caught the recorded end of Amstel Gold (average race - Ivanov was a sort of surprise), and then headed up to SBU. Deb worked cardio, Jake got a workout on a stationary bike (part of rehab), and Ian and I went to the volleyball court... NOT! Back to the hardwood for some games of PIG (shorter version of HORSE) and 1-on-1. Everyone finished, got back to the house, showered up, and that is where I am at right now (Ian snugged in bed after goodnight tucks, Jake icing his leg, Deb hitting a book, and I doing this). We are getting ready to watch a little Amazing Race and then it is to bed.
I know you are asking for it so here is this week's 'Ian on Film':
*Note* - That was a new net on the goal not too long ago; the kid simply wears those things out! ...and yes, Crocs are the official shoe of the IOBA (Ian Outdoor Basketball Association).
As I type this all in it appears we had a busy weekend, but it doesn't really feel that way now (or anytime during it). As repeated several times above everything was PERFECT - what a freaking blessed life I am part of (I know I shouldn't end a sentence with 'of', but it just seemed perfect).
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