Why Bother?

Got a ride in yesterday. It was a little warmer than usual, though not the 50 degrees we had here on Thursday. I think it was 33 degrees at noon, which was ride time. At first, it was nice to have a few people to ride with to get things going, but after heading out on the bike path at around 22 MPH with the wind, we reached the point where we had to head back into the wind. I got dropped almost immediately, which was unexpected. I should have known that taking nearly two months off with almost no physical activity would have this sort of result. I twice contemplated getting off and tossing my bike in the ditch, but I would never really do that. Katie dropped back to help, as if I wasn't feeling bad enough before. I told her I was thinking we should get hybrids this year. She remained upbeat, and helped me finish the ride. What a way to start off the season, huh?
Today it was 6 degrees and I didn't get outside. I think I'll set up the trainer in the basement after all. I have three weeks until the last cross race of the year, so I'm not worried about it. Yet.

A New Year?

A new year is already 16 days old and I'm just now getting around to writing about it. A few things have changed this year, and I should tell you about them. During our time in California, I asked Katie to marry me and she said "yes". As a result, I have a new address (We've actually been living together for about 5 months now). The team roster is changing, as are the kits we'll be wearing (not quite finished with the design yet). Everything seems new except the name of this blog. I'm open to suggestions: what else could I call it? I thought of several names when I started this thing, here are a few:

Lennard Zinn Sucks
BikeSnobSPFLD

Okay, I only thought of those two. I settled pretty early in the process. I may not change it, but i'd like to hear some suggestions, and see if anyone actually reads this.

In other news:
Katie is already driving me nuts with this wedding crap. Blah, blah, blah, I hope we decide on a place and time soon, before I shoot myself. Of course, then we won't have to do any more planning. Maybe that is a solution after all. Or at least jumping out of a plane and faking my own death; escaping on a motorcycle I kept at a friends' storage facility. (Damn, that guy ruined it for the rest of us) It seems early to plan all of this, but I am learning that there are a lot of things that have to come together all at once to make this thing happen, and most of them are already booked. I'm also learning that this stuff is about ten times more expensive than I estimated. It's sort of like throwing a big party, but you have to put a down payment on the house you're having it in and oh, yeah, the liquor costs five times what you'd pay if you bought it at the store. Maybe we should just go to Vegas like everyone told us....