My brain hurts.

I am off to LA today. I have a very bad hangover from too many margaritas at Elote. I want to sleep more but I can't, that's how bad I feel.

MTXa

That's Monster Track Ten not Mr. T Experience. I didn't get to participate in too much MTXing because I had to work so everyone else at Snap could race. I did get to the welcome party and got 2nd in the Gold Sprint qualifier by a hundredth of a second (15.82 to a guy from Boston's 15.83). To my defense I taught two spin classes and did 5 reps, 5 sets of 275# deadlifts and was cramping at my house before heading over there. My esteemed teammate Andrew "Cupcake, the National Champ and Third in the World" LaCorte did an amazing 14.93. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.

I was lucky enough to be there at the Affinity Cycles checkpoint and force feed the top five Red Bull before they could go on. Crihs was in the zone and so was Copetown's Jimi "Jumbo" Vargas. First and Second, respectively. Props to Heather Muller for winning too. She regularly attends my Tuesday night "High Intensity Interval Training Tuesday" (H.I.I.T.T. for short) and I can't help but feel a little pride in her excellent performance.

Oh yeah, Hibagon is playing tonight at the Charleston with Haunted Castle, among others.

Awesome Party

The party last night was the perfect venue for Hibagon's debut. Haunted Castle killed and we all got awesome/wasted. Here are some pics I stole from the fixed.gr forums.

And today I forced my self to go to Crossfit and it was like an A. A. meeting with all the hung-over crosfitters. It was 5 sets of 3 reps front squats. I did a pyramid 205#, 215#, 225#, 235#, 225#.

ヒバゴン

HIBAGON is the band's name. Our 1st show is tonight at a loft party. 470 flushing. X Bones Brigade, Atakke, Cuddle Machines, Same-Sex Dictator. We play "late." Get Awesome.

This Machine Kills Hipsters

My buddy in Seattle, Matt, came up with these stickers a couple of years ago and has been passing them out at messenger events. He started a blog (thismachinekillshipsters.blogspot.com) to follow the proliferation of them across the world. I got a little blog love in there the other day. So here's some blog love back from the hippest harbinger of the track bike apocolypse (with the tightest pants of anyone I know).

Phelps is my new hero, backwards hat and all.

Michael Phelps admitted yesterday to smoking weed, FUCK YEAH! He's the most winningest Olympian (in one Olympics) of all time. He's being put through the ringer for hitting a bong at South Carolina frat party. It seems that most of his sponsors are sticking by him, that his appology was sincere enough to keep the millions rolling in.

I have *high* hopes that our own esteemed leader, BarrO, will legalized the sacred sacrement, or at least end the prohibition as a way to curb government spending and boost the economy. I would gladly suffer four year of economic shit if it meant a second term legalization move by the POTUS.

I smoked a lot of weed since I started, oh, about 16 years ago. I recently quit so that I could pee clean for this years racing season. The withdrawls have for the most part subsided, two weeks later. Dramamine an L-Theanine have helped (thanks Mom!) me relax and get good sleep again. I am a little pissed that my only choice for a vice is alcohol. Booze is so bad for you, really makes me feel like shit. Nevermind my extensive family history of alcoholism, and my own expiriences, traials and tribulations with the hard stuff. The wagon is a bumpy ride Mr. Phelps. I'm holding on tight, are you?

Sunday Bloody Sunday

I got shit for sleep. Blake threw a party for his friends from Boston, Ramming Speed, Saturday night. I didn't go, but I got both my roommates, Natalia and Jessica, to go. The both came home, with guests at 5:30 and 6:30 respectively. In the goddamn. I had to wake up kinda early so that I could teach my spin class Sunday morning. I need some ear plugs.

I put on some books on tape and I got some sleep, woke up a little late so I had to workout after class. Class was full, and I did a 5x5 squat set at 215# afterwards. I skipped Crossfit because they were doing 5x3 deadlifts and I did a 5x5 on Friday.

I came home and Blake and Kayla had just gotten back from brunch with Natalia. Jessica awoke and Nats brought out a bottle of tequila. This is at 2pm. They were still going at midnight when Elizabeth came over and we disembarked for her house.

This morning when I got home I found Jessica and Natalia in Kris' bed and bloody napkins all over the kitchen. Jessica slipped on the stars and had a 1-2" cut above her brow. If I had stayed I would still be in the E.R.

New Years Eve Baby

I turned 30 today, taught a spin class, did Fight Gone Bad (245) and fought it out until things were better with my girl friend. Arson did 286, just killing it on the row.

On my way home I saw this on Broadway and 25th st: