OK, major good, major ouch.  The good:  I reconnected with a true pioneer who's strength has helped millions of others like her.  Major ouch:  Thanksgiving, and some tough words from someone close.  That's all I'll say for now. Doesn't matter. Life and biking are about suffering, and continuing to move on when someone slugs you in the gut. And I did. Got on the bike in the cold and killed (for a fat guy). Final rabbit score: me 4, rabbits 0. Put the miles over 5K, no minor feat given all the personal turmoil this year. And that 5K miles baby was kicked out, screaming, in just over 9 months. It was going to be a C-section, i.e. I had drawn a "C" around the USA and would do my virtual, riding with the blue moth, but after figuring roughly 40 calories a mile, 3500 Calories per pound of fat and therefore nearly 100 miles for a pound of pure fat, it was going to take more than a single pass across this huge country to drop the weight. I had to draw a giant "C" on the U.S. map, starting and ending at places I'd been before to provide added visualization. I started in Bar Harbor, Maine, across to Seattle, down to San Diego, and finally Jacksonville Beach, FL. That was 2 years ago. After nearly making it Seattle in 2007, I decided to start over this year. But I knew it now had to be the full circle - back to Bar Harbor for 8,375 miles. I improved in 2008, and that's good. As a billionaire CEO once told me, the best advice he'd gotten over the years was "best is the enemy of better". It's the same guy who said "real artists ship". Well, this artist is saling right along, and while the calorie intake didn't decrease like it needed to, I'm 15 miles east of Tucson, virtually pedaling east. Not my best, but better.

ps - I have to finish with a bit of fun with Landowski. Any bike blog that can make me laugh like this HAS to be added to the reading list.

pps - Here's a few people like me, who've put in the miles, but unlike me have controlled the calorie intake. Something to shoot for in 2009.

Ouch.  4 days off the bike for sickness.  I never get sick. Stress.  I'll explain over time.  This one even included a doctor visit, and I haven't seen him in years.  Rides were rough, and I'm still 150 miles from the 5K mark for the year.  When I'm struggling mentally to keep cranking the pedals, I summon up a lot of thoughts.  Bob Roll (whom I briefly met this year before having to dash off for another kids' sporting event) for concise, sometimes whacky comments.  Phil Liggit takes over when I'm within 5 miles of my destination.  Throw in a few rabbit chases for Coach Neal , a few looks like a rabbit, and I'm easily entertained on long lonely rides.  You wanna chase a rabbit, Babe?   Huh, Babe?  Chase a rabbit, Babe?

But what really kept me thinking was the upcoming 2009 Garmin-Chipotle team introduction , and if I could ask David Millar, who hasn't posted for a few months and seems at a loss for words, 3 questions, what would they be?  Here's my first draft: What was your biggest disappointment of 2008... was it the chain?  What are your hopes for 2009 to fix any disappointments?  And lastly, have you considered taking bike throwing lessons from Anatoli Bondarachuk?  A bike does weigh less than a 16 pound hammer, and I think with just an extra spin or two after your next broken chain, you might be able to chuck that bike to a distance you'd be proud of.  Sorry, David.   "Going Nowhere" from Oasis is not the song in my head at times like these. I'm more of a Boston guy.  "I'm gonna take you by the hand...lebars up to the stand, Floyd Landis....".  Ouch.  That needs some works.  Feel free to contribute / improve the lyrics here.

A nickel in my shoe begins... 24 weeks

Why a nickel in my shoe?   I began trying to change things in my life 2 years ago, and I started riding a bike.  On my rides, I put a penny in my shoe, just an irritant, to remind me that challenging people in our lives are that way because they have their own challenges, and that I should be patient with them.  I thought of donating a penny a mile, maybe "Pennies for Peace", maybe something like this.  This was while Floyd Landis was winning the Tour de France, which made it all fit for this background-similar-to-Floyd bicyclist.  Alas, the French lab LNDD became the nickel in Floyd's shoe.  Oh, and the penny changed to a nickel on October 2, 2006, on the news from Nickel Mines, PA.  It's not only the pain from an event like this, but the lingering scars that people, myself included, don't fully grasp.  So a little five gram, five cent irritant in my shoe is nothing compared to what survivors of rape and abuse go through.  We all need a cause, a charity ride of our choice, to get us out there riding.  This one didn't affect me directly and wasn't mine by choice, but it's mine now.

My immediate worry, though, is the stress this has put on me that I haven't handled with the grace and skill I would have preferred.  I'm trying to change that over the next 24 weeks.  Google the phrase "24 weeks" and you get a lot of results with the word "pregnant".  That's how I look:   you can measure my tummy in centimeters.  So in 24 weeks, I need to shed my 60 pound "baby". Maybe my water broke today.  Why?  I hit a milestone in 24 weeks.  This year was my first of 5,000 miles on a bike, unless of course I just jinxed it with 52 days and 300 miles to go.  I've known the pain and joy of lugging my xxx lbs up my nemesis canyon in the hills near my house this summer.  I want to feel the joy of what it's like at (xxx * 3/4ths) lbs.  I've had my ups and downs, but contrary to what some dream killers have told me, the key to success in difficult challenges is having tried and failed before.  Everest, the 4 minute mile, you name it.  If it's not something easy or trivial, you have to fail, pick yourself up, and try again.  Sometimes it pays to be smart about the challenge.  Sometimes, when the big hill in front of you would only invoke fear, ignorance is bliss.  Day 1.  I'm scared.  I need your support and prayers.