Hey Everyone,
So it's been awhile since I have done a post. I leave Derrick to this most days, as one, my writing skills aren't to par with his and two, I don't have as much time to waste as him! Just kidding on the last one, mainly because it's probably the opposite, as I constantly make him do my bike mechanics and he's also become my personal chef this year. I've kind of been eating so well and healthy that now if I have anything other than his cooking, my body reacts in some bizarre way like a skull crushing migraine headache.
What's new? Today was the first road race of the season. Well kind of, Almonte Roubaix is kind of like the Ottawa version of the Paris Roubaix classic. This year because of all the snow and the late thaw, it was a pretty different race than other years. They had to alter the route and it consisted of mainly dirt and sucking the life out of you sandy rolling hills. I got my new kit last week and was riding with the new team EMD Serono/Stevens. My team was there is full support as I was already told that this was my race to win being the cross rider of the team. So game on!
Race start, mass start of about 150 top men of the area and about 10 or so women. I positioned myself well through out the first 20km or so and then the race really started to pick up. As it picked up I got further and further towards the front knowing that the elastic band was going to snap soon. Sure enough it did and I think two of my teammates on the men's team were off the front and I was left in the chase group of about 10 guys or so. I was suffering like a dog but didn't want to get dropped, then all of a sudden we missed a turn on the course and we all were in panic mode and slammed on our breaks and turned around. Because of this, a group caught up to us and we were now 30 or so. I then realized I was the only women in the pack and knew the race was mine, all I had to do was suffer with these guys for the next 40 km or so. The pace picked up through the hills, then some guys went off the front to chase the two up the road. I was left in the main pack and feeling pretty awful, but was willing to suffer to the end. The paced picked up mainly because of my other half (Derrick) going to the front and pushing are groups pace. I hung in there as we dropped a few more riders off our group. Although, how much I was suffering is was really fun to be racing with these guys. There's not many times I can say that I was riding with my fiance in a race. I think he felt the same way as it was probably one of the only times he as actually really got to see how I race.
With about 12 km to go, Derrick attacked off what was left of our group and another rider followed him. The pace really started to go with the rest of the my group and with about 5km to go I did a little attack up a climb that later almost caused me to get dropped. Luckily I managed to find my way back on through a gravel corner as I waited for the pack to break into the corner (thank you cross skills). Ended up finishing somewhere in the top 15 in the Men's field and am really happy with the end result. Unfortunately, while Derrick was off the front he got a flat and pretty much had to walk his bike to the finish. Not really a double great day, but having both of us racing, usually one of having a good result is just as good! Derrick said he really enjoyed seeing me race and wasn't really bummed out at all. That's a huge difference from the Derrick I started dated almost 3 years ago!
NCE
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Prepared-DSJ
It's not as if training is now over, but we managed to get through a good 3 month chunk of preparation for the first half of 2008's endeavours. We put the work in focusing on quality and made a few changes that were necessary for us to be contenders at the next level. It's one thing to race Elite/Pro, but it's a whole other story to really factor in the mix. One of my goals this year is to cause fear. I remember a few years ago, Glen (Rendall) and I were chatting and he said his goal for the team was to show up at a race and the other teams to say "...shit those guys are going to be here, it's going to be a hard day". Once we get things sorted out with boys (Jet Fuel) I hope that we can do that this year.
After countless hours on the trainer, I managed to sneak away for a nice little 130 km ride today. Natasha went up to pre-ride the Almonte course and I planned out a route that would get me there in four hours. To my suprise I got there way ahead of scheduel and did my own little Almonte Roubaix ride through the mine field of pot holes on the side roads. If you have never blasted down these torturous roads at 45 km/hr on 23 mm tires with aero wheels you don't know what you're missing. Man it was like walking a tight rope, there were lines to take through the endless potholes, but you had to be extremely vigilant. I think if Natasha saw me riding down these roads she would have had a heart attack. It was nice to get out there and do a point to point ride like that and have a lift back home. I like to be able to go out, keep the power up, do the correct training and achieve the desired goal. The problem is it's so easy to start really pushing it when there are others in a group...and you are feeling good...the sun is shinning man I can almost taste the sweet pain...but alas, I really feel like doing what you are supposed to do pays in the long run. Besides once I start out for a ride, to tell the truth I don't really like stoppping and waiting or slowing down. Obviously you have to think long term as well, I mean it's gotta be fun and ridining with others is definetly a good Rx for enjoyment and company. But the problem is you can't really always dictate the pace, so you go for your ride and enjoy the solo time. The SRM becomes my freind and I'm going to hate myself for saying this but I took Dr B's advice and downloaded Yoav's new album, it's suprisingly good. Good music, some numbers to look at, a chance to get out and do cool 130 km loop through places like Mannotick, North Gower, Missisipi Mills and not get ost, makes for a pretty cool afternoon. Maybe I'm a little anti-social...but it's kind of what it's all about. I figure I train my ass off if I want to ride at X/km an hour for four hours I'm going to do it. There's definetly something to be said about having the freedom in doing a good ride like this.
I remeber someone once asked me if I was a bike racer or a bike rider. Over the last few years I've definetly become a bike racer. But there was something special about the ride today. I had googlemapped the directions and stretched out the route to take the long way, I printed out the written directions and tucked them up my sleeve, so when I was riding I could just pull them out, look at how many km's I had to do, correlate it with the SRM distance and voila a la Almonte. It's little things like this that rememind me that I was once just a bike rider as well. It's the freedom to propel yourself a 130 km's in a few hours fuled by two bottles of juice, some pitas and some fruit. It's the freedom of cycling that drew me in years ago, it's the freedom that keeps me going.
After countless hours on the trainer, I managed to sneak away for a nice little 130 km ride today. Natasha went up to pre-ride the Almonte course and I planned out a route that would get me there in four hours. To my suprise I got there way ahead of scheduel and did my own little Almonte Roubaix ride through the mine field of pot holes on the side roads. If you have never blasted down these torturous roads at 45 km/hr on 23 mm tires with aero wheels you don't know what you're missing. Man it was like walking a tight rope, there were lines to take through the endless potholes, but you had to be extremely vigilant. I think if Natasha saw me riding down these roads she would have had a heart attack. It was nice to get out there and do a point to point ride like that and have a lift back home. I like to be able to go out, keep the power up, do the correct training and achieve the desired goal. The problem is it's so easy to start really pushing it when there are others in a group...and you are feeling good...the sun is shinning man I can almost taste the sweet pain...but alas, I really feel like doing what you are supposed to do pays in the long run. Besides once I start out for a ride, to tell the truth I don't really like stoppping and waiting or slowing down. Obviously you have to think long term as well, I mean it's gotta be fun and ridining with others is definetly a good Rx for enjoyment and company. But the problem is you can't really always dictate the pace, so you go for your ride and enjoy the solo time. The SRM becomes my freind and I'm going to hate myself for saying this but I took Dr B's advice and downloaded Yoav's new album, it's suprisingly good. Good music, some numbers to look at, a chance to get out and do cool 130 km loop through places like Mannotick, North Gower, Missisipi Mills and not get ost, makes for a pretty cool afternoon. Maybe I'm a little anti-social...but it's kind of what it's all about. I figure I train my ass off if I want to ride at X/km an hour for four hours I'm going to do it. There's definetly something to be said about having the freedom in doing a good ride like this.
I remeber someone once asked me if I was a bike racer or a bike rider. Over the last few years I've definetly become a bike racer. But there was something special about the ride today. I had googlemapped the directions and stretched out the route to take the long way, I printed out the written directions and tucked them up my sleeve, so when I was riding I could just pull them out, look at how many km's I had to do, correlate it with the SRM distance and voila a la Almonte. It's little things like this that rememind me that I was once just a bike rider as well. It's the freedom to propel yourself a 130 km's in a few hours fuled by two bottles of juice, some pitas and some fruit. It's the freedom of cycling that drew me in years ago, it's the freedom that keeps me going.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
B Day spin
So as a gift to myself, I decided to really crush myself in training today. I even had to break out the "My Chemical Romance" track list. Usually I try not to put the music too loud in the morning, but as it is my special day I blasted it as loud as possible. Good thing I have a rib cage cause I seriously think my heart would have ripped through the skin of my chest wall today.
I know I always say that I train hard and that I wanted to throw up and even my elbows had Lactic acid in them. But today was pretty special. Ken told me yestaerday"...every minute, every second, every watt counts...that's what seperates the good from the great". So I thought about that today before I crushed myself into a high cadence oblivion. I used the noise to drown the pain and it worked better than a bottle of JD.
So as I was recovering from my tortous session, I found some rather down beat music for my cool down. I stumbled upon Jack Johnson's new album and track #3 "Angel". While I was listening to this song something occured to me. I don't really understand why it happened, but it did. I listened to each word, to find that it was if he wrote this song for me. I feel like I could have written this song. Because it is what Natasha is to me...my angel.
Because of her I am who I am today. Without her this journey, our journey, would not be the same. We share our dreams and we are there to push each other towards achieving them. Some people use New Years to think about the changes they will make or take stock of what is important to them, well we were kind of busy so I guess my thinking was done in the last few minutes of my spin today. Anyways I'm not sure what point I am trying to make and I'm not even trying to be funny today, I just want everyone to know that she is my inspiration and I am lucky to be marrying her. Thank you for everything you do.
Derrick
I know I always say that I train hard and that I wanted to throw up and even my elbows had Lactic acid in them. But today was pretty special. Ken told me yestaerday"...every minute, every second, every watt counts...that's what seperates the good from the great". So I thought about that today before I crushed myself into a high cadence oblivion. I used the noise to drown the pain and it worked better than a bottle of JD.
So as I was recovering from my tortous session, I found some rather down beat music for my cool down. I stumbled upon Jack Johnson's new album and track #3 "Angel". While I was listening to this song something occured to me. I don't really understand why it happened, but it did. I listened to each word, to find that it was if he wrote this song for me. I feel like I could have written this song. Because it is what Natasha is to me...my angel.
Because of her I am who I am today. Without her this journey, our journey, would not be the same. We share our dreams and we are there to push each other towards achieving them. Some people use New Years to think about the changes they will make or take stock of what is important to them, well we were kind of busy so I guess my thinking was done in the last few minutes of my spin today. Anyways I'm not sure what point I am trying to make and I'm not even trying to be funny today, I just want everyone to know that she is my inspiration and I am lucky to be marrying her. Thank you for everything you do.
Derrick
Friday, March 14, 2008
March Madness
So it seems like we haven't really been posting a lot, mainly because as much as I love training, it's just not that exciting to write about. I think the last thing people ever want to hear is how much power I was using, it was insanely hard, blah blah blah.
We went to see the Sens game the other night, it was one of the best games I've seen, honestly it was pretty impressive. Hopefully the boys are on a little momentum wave and their game last night look really great, well the first two periods looked great. As I love most things from Ottawa, go Sens go! Don't ever count them out.
SRM. Hummm. Ok, so I still have my soul, but I had to sell pretty much everything in my basement to get it. Let me just say a couple things.
1- First rule of technology. The cost of a device is directly proportional to the difficulty of installation.
2-When ever you read instructions that say you will be up and running quickly, do not believe it.
3-Instructions which are translated from German to English will not be accurate.
Long story, I'll make it short. Anytime I get a new toy, like a new bike, new SRM, or anything, I have this consuming desire to assemble it right away. I just can't wait, I get too excited and just go to town as soon as I get it. For example, Pete Morse sent my new Louis Garneau Sonix 6.4 road bike to the Cyclery and Natasha was nice enough to pick it up straight away about an hour after it got off the truck. So as soon as super was done, like about 3minutes. We are riding LG's, full carbon, the bikes are really nice. We are really lucky to have OCCTO Professional Grade components, carbon bars, stem, seat post. This stuff is so nice! It's so incredibly light.
Back to the story. So the SRM, the only reason I didn't install it the night I got is because my birthday gift was the above mentioned Sens game. So woke up at 5 am to install it. Long story, the instructions say not to mount the power sensor a certain way. Turns out it really the only way it could be installed on this particular frame. So 4 no make that 5 hours later, I was almost about to throw a wrench through the wall, I had to take a deep breath , swallow my pride and have Steve P take a quick look at it. He spent about 3 maybe 4 minutes on it to figure out that it was the placement of the sensor (height) not the medial , lateral placement which was the problem. What is the moral of the story. Well most of the time when you are trying to solve a problem, the problem really is you are not fixing the right thing. Hmmmm...Think about that for a second before you want to start throwing wrenches at walls that really don't deserve it, they didn't write the instructions.
Good thing I can get use to staring at numbers on the SRM inside. Natasha said I would have probably already smucked myself into a parked car while looking at all the numbers. What is more confusing is that it has 3 buttons vs Power tap which has 2. That is a 50% increase. But as all great German engineering there are about 1 billion different measurements available at your finger tips. It still boggles my mind.
My life is so different now that I have an SRM. I am so much stronger! Haha no not really. But I can now tell you how hot it is in my basement cause some crazy German built in a thermostat in this teeny tiny device. It is 17 degrees in my basement...well it was 15 degrees then 2 hours later it was 17 degrees. If that is most interesting thing you read today I won't feel so bad about being such a loser. Can you tell there is no racing for me, no good stories, no huge intersections on the meaning of life, just boring tales of my new equipment and my caffeinated rantings of how I lose my mind when I can't figure something out.
Some of the Jet Fuel boys are in Taiwan doing The Tour de Taiwan. Daniele got 4th in the pack sprint in the first stage and Pete has been consistently placing top 20. A good sign of things to come.
First scheduled race is April 6th, Mosport in near Peterborough. I'm excited. Things are coming together nicely.
DSJ
We went to see the Sens game the other night, it was one of the best games I've seen, honestly it was pretty impressive. Hopefully the boys are on a little momentum wave and their game last night look really great, well the first two periods looked great. As I love most things from Ottawa, go Sens go! Don't ever count them out.
SRM. Hummm. Ok, so I still have my soul, but I had to sell pretty much everything in my basement to get it. Let me just say a couple things.
1- First rule of technology. The cost of a device is directly proportional to the difficulty of installation.
2-When ever you read instructions that say you will be up and running quickly, do not believe it.
3-Instructions which are translated from German to English will not be accurate.
Long story, I'll make it short. Anytime I get a new toy, like a new bike, new SRM, or anything, I have this consuming desire to assemble it right away. I just can't wait, I get too excited and just go to town as soon as I get it. For example, Pete Morse sent my new Louis Garneau Sonix 6.4 road bike to the Cyclery and Natasha was nice enough to pick it up straight away about an hour after it got off the truck. So as soon as super was done, like about 3minutes. We are riding LG's, full carbon, the bikes are really nice. We are really lucky to have OCCTO Professional Grade components, carbon bars, stem, seat post. This stuff is so nice! It's so incredibly light.
Back to the story. So the SRM, the only reason I didn't install it the night I got is because my birthday gift was the above mentioned Sens game. So woke up at 5 am to install it. Long story, the instructions say not to mount the power sensor a certain way. Turns out it really the only way it could be installed on this particular frame. So 4 no make that 5 hours later, I was almost about to throw a wrench through the wall, I had to take a deep breath , swallow my pride and have Steve P take a quick look at it. He spent about 3 maybe 4 minutes on it to figure out that it was the placement of the sensor (height) not the medial , lateral placement which was the problem. What is the moral of the story. Well most of the time when you are trying to solve a problem, the problem really is you are not fixing the right thing. Hmmmm...Think about that for a second before you want to start throwing wrenches at walls that really don't deserve it, they didn't write the instructions.
Good thing I can get use to staring at numbers on the SRM inside. Natasha said I would have probably already smucked myself into a parked car while looking at all the numbers. What is more confusing is that it has 3 buttons vs Power tap which has 2. That is a 50% increase. But as all great German engineering there are about 1 billion different measurements available at your finger tips. It still boggles my mind.
My life is so different now that I have an SRM. I am so much stronger! Haha no not really. But I can now tell you how hot it is in my basement cause some crazy German built in a thermostat in this teeny tiny device. It is 17 degrees in my basement...well it was 15 degrees then 2 hours later it was 17 degrees. If that is most interesting thing you read today I won't feel so bad about being such a loser. Can you tell there is no racing for me, no good stories, no huge intersections on the meaning of life, just boring tales of my new equipment and my caffeinated rantings of how I lose my mind when I can't figure something out.
Some of the Jet Fuel boys are in Taiwan doing The Tour de Taiwan. Daniele got 4th in the pack sprint in the first stage and Pete has been consistently placing top 20. A good sign of things to come.
First scheduled race is April 6th, Mosport in near Peterborough. I'm excited. Things are coming together nicely.
DSJ
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Some Exciting News.........
So, as Derrick just posted, we have been training super hard since back from Belgium. We're back to our boring, simple, but I must add, pretty great lives. Yeah, training hard inside on the computrainer in the winter is really boring. But I do know that the foundation for the season is built right now. I know that I don't need rediculous hours of base training, just lots of muscle crushing workouts. I keep on thinking things will get easier and then I keep on pushing out more watts in my workouts each week and things are getting harder. I am really suprising myself this year, I keep on thinking there is no way I can go any harder and I keep on doing it each week. I don't know what racing cyclo-cross has done to me or what kind of motivation it has given me, but I am ripping myself and my legs apart more and more each week. Probably the reason all this is possible is that I share a lot of this with my best friend, who's also my training partner and now something else. He is the reason some things may be getting harder but sometimes can be seen as getting easier.
Okay, what does this have to do with the exciting news? Well this someone who is very close, and very special to me finally asked me something today. Derrick asked me to marry him! And anybody who knows us, knows I have been a waiting a long time for this. Of course I said yes, and am the most happiest ever. I know the reasoning of waiting so long, as are lives together are pretty perfect and there was no need to change things. But finally
Derrick and I wanted to commit to our lives together. So, needless to say there aren't any wedding plans yet, but we are going to plan to be married by 3 years from today!
Okay, what does this have to do with the exciting news? Well this someone who is very close, and very special to me finally asked me something today. Derrick asked me to marry him! And anybody who knows us, knows I have been a waiting a long time for this. Of course I said yes, and am the most happiest ever. I know the reasoning of waiting so long, as are lives together are pretty perfect and there was no need to change things. But finally
Derrick and I wanted to commit to our lives together. So, needless to say there aren't any wedding plans yet, but we are going to plan to be married by 3 years from today!
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
deposits and transactions
So I know we havn't been posting alot. Although winter is kind of boring, it's a good chance to train our brains out and get ready for the summer and fall. Most of the time I have to train so hard I usually hate Ken (who writes our program), freak out on Natasha and generally end up feeling lethargic at work. I often feel like passing out, falling asleep or generally not even wanting to leave the house after a few hours on the computrainner.
Yesterdays workout made feel like I was hit by a truck and dragged along a bumpy Quebec road, thrashing into potholes and tasting the salt that has been cemented into the tarmack.
So that was great. Today I reallized that I probably should have eat a little more for dinner last night cause I felt aweful in the first 10 minutes of my ride. So I blamed Natasha for not eating enough carbs last night and then realized that she is not my mom and appologized for being a jack ass and blaming her for my mistakes. In retrospect I realized that I did eat enough, that no matter how much I ate, I was going to feel like ass today, then I just shut my big mouth and silently suffered and 90 minutes lated into the ride voila, I felt better and everything was alright.
The good thing about training yourself into the ground is eventually you get stronger, for me it never really gets easier, it actually gets harder cause you just learn to shut up and bite your lip and taste the the pain even when it's sour. I think that's what it takes. You just have to shut the hell up and do WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO. Don't be A WHIMP. I think some people think this is what they want, to be competitive, but once they realize that there are alot of sacrifices, a lot of the time it's not going to be fun, they just pack it in. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I don't enjoy the process, the quest, but to tell you the truth I had no idea what I was getting into.
It's one thing to write goals and objectives and train and "try" to do your best. The hard part is slapping yourself in the face and digging for that extra 5%. It's not the minute thirty of the two minute interval that makes you strong, it's that last little bit where you tear yourself apart when you need to tell your brain to shut hell the hell up and just deal with it and submerge yourself in a bath of pain, that's the stuff right there that you do over and over and harder even when you can't...that's what I think it takes. That's the part that you have to love, you really have to be crazy to be good and be strong, but crazy about the right things.
You can read a book, use new techniques, blah blah blah, try different training, whatever, but at the end of the day you just have to be ready to deposit 100% into the preperation in order to withdrawl it when it counts.
I'm making my deposits, are you?
DS
Yesterdays workout made feel like I was hit by a truck and dragged along a bumpy Quebec road, thrashing into potholes and tasting the salt that has been cemented into the tarmack.
So that was great. Today I reallized that I probably should have eat a little more for dinner last night cause I felt aweful in the first 10 minutes of my ride. So I blamed Natasha for not eating enough carbs last night and then realized that she is not my mom and appologized for being a jack ass and blaming her for my mistakes. In retrospect I realized that I did eat enough, that no matter how much I ate, I was going to feel like ass today, then I just shut my big mouth and silently suffered and 90 minutes lated into the ride voila, I felt better and everything was alright.
The good thing about training yourself into the ground is eventually you get stronger, for me it never really gets easier, it actually gets harder cause you just learn to shut up and bite your lip and taste the the pain even when it's sour. I think that's what it takes. You just have to shut the hell up and do WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO. Don't be A WHIMP. I think some people think this is what they want, to be competitive, but once they realize that there are alot of sacrifices, a lot of the time it's not going to be fun, they just pack it in. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I don't enjoy the process, the quest, but to tell you the truth I had no idea what I was getting into.
It's one thing to write goals and objectives and train and "try" to do your best. The hard part is slapping yourself in the face and digging for that extra 5%. It's not the minute thirty of the two minute interval that makes you strong, it's that last little bit where you tear yourself apart when you need to tell your brain to shut hell the hell up and just deal with it and submerge yourself in a bath of pain, that's the stuff right there that you do over and over and harder even when you can't...that's what I think it takes. That's the part that you have to love, you really have to be crazy to be good and be strong, but crazy about the right things.
You can read a book, use new techniques, blah blah blah, try different training, whatever, but at the end of the day you just have to be ready to deposit 100% into the preperation in order to withdrawl it when it counts.
I'm making my deposits, are you?
DS
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Selling my souls and wheels for an SRM...
Hey all,
if some of you didn't hear, I have recently planted some "money tree seeds" in the backyard. I bought them from a Gypsy in Belgium, who lived in a Caravan and told me the money tree would grow to epic proportion if I planted them on Febuary 5th after sprinkling them with vinegar left on counter for 6 days. So I've planted them. But just in case the tree doesn't grow, I guess I'll sell some of my gear to finance an SRM.
Zipp 404.
I'm selling a pair of 404's, I'll include tires(new zipp aero tire with about 40km on it), dura ace skewers, and a slightly used Dura Ace 10speed casette all for the low price of 1100$! These wheels are just sitting in the basement and I will not be able to use them this season due to contractual obligations. Believe me it breaks my heart to sell them cuz they are awesome wheels, but to see them hanging on the cieling is even worse.
I'm also getting rid of a pair of Ksyrium sslc(the silver ones with lots of letters I can never get it right) anyways those are about 2 years old, they been used pretty good, but they are bomb proof, these would make an awesome set of cross wheels, make me an offer.
Also SIDI genius carbon road shoes, 70$, size 42...they are like slippers, I used to like a flexy shoe, but these days I'm into maximum stiffness.
Get it...selling my souls...haha. There is no better promotion than self promotion.
derrickstjohn@hotmail.com
Other than that Tash and I are going to PEAK today to do some testing. If I puke after my test I will consider it a success. Anything less will be considered a failure.
if some of you didn't hear, I have recently planted some "money tree seeds" in the backyard. I bought them from a Gypsy in Belgium, who lived in a Caravan and told me the money tree would grow to epic proportion if I planted them on Febuary 5th after sprinkling them with vinegar left on counter for 6 days. So I've planted them. But just in case the tree doesn't grow, I guess I'll sell some of my gear to finance an SRM.
Zipp 404.
I'm selling a pair of 404's, I'll include tires(new zipp aero tire with about 40km on it), dura ace skewers, and a slightly used Dura Ace 10speed casette all for the low price of 1100$! These wheels are just sitting in the basement and I will not be able to use them this season due to contractual obligations. Believe me it breaks my heart to sell them cuz they are awesome wheels, but to see them hanging on the cieling is even worse.
I'm also getting rid of a pair of Ksyrium sslc(the silver ones with lots of letters I can never get it right) anyways those are about 2 years old, they been used pretty good, but they are bomb proof, these would make an awesome set of cross wheels, make me an offer.
Also SIDI genius carbon road shoes, 70$, size 42...they are like slippers, I used to like a flexy shoe, but these days I'm into maximum stiffness.
Get it...selling my souls...haha. There is no better promotion than self promotion.
derrickstjohn@hotmail.com
Other than that Tash and I are going to PEAK today to do some testing. If I puke after my test I will consider it a success. Anything less will be considered a failure.
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