Outta Whack

A rainy Sunday video day. Managed to squeeze in a little 10K run between chores and squalls, and now it's the endo-week wind-down.

IN THIS incredible sequence we see a very talented kid take a Raleigh carbon road bike through a series of tests I wouldn't even try fully suspended (and sober). Total whack-out.

For the sprinters among you, here is a classic shot of Mark Cavendish, et.al. going full throttle at the finish and, opps, a little too much contact and in the blink of an eye, TdF carnage. Whacked.

A very artistic retro collage on Mr. Armstrong from 2009. The whack master at work.

Indoor CompuTrainer class from CTS. Training to whack.

Please remember, running fans, that our 31st annual tribute to the wonderful hills of Bainbridge Island will be celebrated two weeks from today. The full-on bandito version of the Toe Jam Hill Half Marathon will take place on May 10, starting at NOON. The rules are that we don't need no stinking rules. I was reminded of whacky entry fees the other day and how totally ridiculous most are. I paid $85 for a half only last week. Folks, I understand the hook with charities. I know road closure costs and I have bought enough T-Shirts and trophies in my career as an RD to outfit Boston for a decade, but enough is enough. When the cost of participation keeps us from running, or riding, or tri-ing, something is seriously outta whack.

The entry fee for Toe Jam 31 attempts to put the whack back in proper place. Foxtrot-Romeo-Echo-Echo.

Pic: Whacking the Mt. Washington Hill Climb is not for the faint of heart.