Comments on: Lies, Part 2: Lying to Myself

By: BIg Mike In Oz

BIg Mike In Oz — Fri, 13 Jan 2006 12:45:16 +0000

I vote for Jeremy

By: Unknown

Unknown — Fri, 13 Jan 2006 09:16:08 +0000

I tell loads of lies to myself, but the worst are the ones I tell to my dog on sunny Cape Town mornings. Talking to your dog, of course, is a lot like talking to yourself, so perhaps these count:I’ll take you to the beach later, I just have to ride my bike for a few hours before it gets hot.We’ll go for a nice walk on the mountain this Sunday. Of course I’ll have plenty of energy left after the race.I’m going to take up running and enter Xterra so that my exercise schedule is a better fit with yours.Hah! I think she is starting to see through me.

By: Unknown

Unknown — Fri, 13 Jan 2006 04:13:11 +0000

I am glad I do not do or think anything like the rest of the losers who post here.

By: Brie

Brie — Fri, 13 Jan 2006 00:54:15 +0000

I woke up too late to go riding, now it is getting too hot and the roads are busy. No need to worry, in the late afternoon I’ll just go for a long run or attend a swim squad

By: Unknown

Unknown — Fri, 13 Jan 2006 00:52:00 +0000

I vote for jimserotta. Though that’s not stopping me from submitting my own:Beer? it’s recovery food, right? Yeast is protein, grain is carbs – good balance, right?

By: Jill

Jill — Thu, 12 Jan 2006 22:23:14 +0000

On deciding to take out the roadie in December:If I don’t touch the brakes, I can coast through that black ice slick just fine.

By: Unknown

Unknown — Thu, 12 Jan 2006 19:22:02 +0000

I look good.

By: Unknown

Unknown — Thu, 12 Jan 2006 19:14:54 +0000

I nipped over to central France last year with a mate for a couple of weeks of awesome riding and a couple of Tour stages including the last time trial. The highlight was near the end of the trip (having "ridden ourselves into form" nicely, just like Jan Ullrich) where we had set aside a whole afternoon to have a crack at the classic Puy de Dome climb. The mythical 12 mile road spiralling around and up the impossiblely steep extinct volcano was visible in the distance several hours before we arrived at the base. By this point we had probably already done more climbing in one day than on any other day of the trip.Having finally rehydrated, rested, stuffed down all the sugary snacks and fatty treats in our (considerable) armoury, privately psyched ourselves up to go for it, and trash talked our own chances of being first to the top, we were shocked and disappointed to find the man at the gate at the bottom turning cyclists away. This road, a monument of cycling, where Poulidor battled with Anquetil, where Merckx was punched in the stomach, etc. etc., is private, and only open to paying tourist buses for most of the week (does anyone else think this is a complete scandal?), which may explain why le Tour has not been that way for a long time now. I’ve been thinking about that climb ever since.It would have been easy.

By: RICH

RICH — Thu, 12 Jan 2006 19:14:42 +0000

The biggest lie…..When I tell myself that all the lies I tell myself aren’t lies. Tomorrow is a new day, so I will start fresh.

By: Kelly

Kelly — Thu, 12 Jan 2006 19:04:00 +0000

My lies about cycling are weather-dependent:"Oh, it’s been so cold lately! I’m tired of this cloudy, rainy, snowy weather. It’s just …. yucky. I know! If the sun is shining tomorrow when I wake up, I’ll ride before going to work."It’s not fancy, but it does the trick. Kelly