Weekend Training Camp

While most mortals spend the month of November clocking boringly slow base miles, we immortals are peaking year round. Katie and I spent the weekend on a little romantic training camp in Fort Worth, TX. The goal was to focus on all things related to the cherished "race of no excuses" (time trialing). We spent the day sprinting on the track at the Texas Motor Speedway and then flew to Hotel Indigo in San Antonio for the night. Our incredibly high speeds not only enhanced the size of our quads, but also our egos which caused our heads to swell, making it impossible to remove certain parts of our aerodynamic equipment.


Luckily there were professional photographers out on the track to document Taylor claiming victory against the NASCAR Mazda Proteges. Here is Katie reviewing final seconds of the time trial. The photographer had to use a shutter speed of 1/1,000,000 to catch Taylor's speed.


Taylor's body was so tired after his efforts that he called upon the cows of the confined animal feeding operations in Fort Worth to help expedite recovery. The cows volunteered their own corn feed diets and copious amount of antibiotics to replenish both mind and body. Katie insisted on bringing her favorite blanket to the hotel for good luck.


Oh, and here is Taylor watching his favorite movie, Harry Potter and the Flying Saucers. Katie also insisted on bringing her favorite rug to the hotel so her bike felt "at home" in a foreign location.


Although the hotel's Styrofoam cereal bowls often satisfy mortals, the gods see them as mere appetizers soon followed by copious entrees of bacon, sausage, and franks with turkey.



The couple was surprised to have both hot water and mold free showering facilities. This led to less time mingling with fish frogs in the hotel's hot tub and more time draining the Edwards Aquifer. It only took 25 minutes for Taylor to figure out how to make the "hot" water come out. Next, Katie set a record time for shaving her legs. She clocked in at 30 minutes to smooth her right quad (so muscular that it typically dulls even the Gillette Mach 3 razor blade within a couple strokes).