Monday, March 16, 2009


Big Jim took me out for a good 'ol fashioned 4.5 hour 5 hill thrashin'. I pounded the alp, almost conquered farming hill, and begged for mercy on old shep, tower, and some horrific unnamed final punishment. I don't remember ever bonking that badly. Jim flew over all of them like he was coasting downhill.

For those of you in the 35+ who are hoping that Big Jim has gone to seed with all his home remodeling over the winter, forget it. He's gonna spank you at Durand. And every other race this year. My condolences.

At least you don't have to train with him...

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