Last year, at the end of the season, I picked up a Tom Boonen’s World Championship jersey (well it could be Bettini’s as well). It cost over 100$ and though a size or two too small, I thought,”Damn it and Tom Boonen! I am wearing this jersey by the end of the year.”
Currently a red ribbon runs down my belly where the zipper imprints and cuts into my flesh when I wear this jersey. It is beyond unflattering. It is dangerous.
Unfortunately, the New Year has been off to a hectic and mainly unhealthy start, though completely how I thought it might be. A bit depressed with the road trip ending, my studio is too small for Vic and I to comfortably like each other. I’ve been spending an inordinate amount of time on Craigslist, though we’ve just signed on a new apartment. We’re now busy painting, cleaning, organizing, so it has been tough to find time to get out on the bike. The only time we’ve been out I fell over on ice, and you get the idea: Knox’s Boonen Year feel a bit more like Belgian French Fries and Beer. But with the house found, it does indeed feel that the next year has finally started.
Within the week, I hope I have another new training journal. Vic and I are signed up for the Chilly Hilly. We are looking for a team for the Big Climb, and I’ve got one larger goal: I am wearing that damn jersey to the Pacific Crest Half-Iron Man.
PS. I don’t know who gets credited for Tom’s cheeky picture, found it in several version on the net, but if you know, I’d love to credit and link appropriately!
Did you see that Tom is depressed?