My daughter is captain of her HS wrestling team. Overheard her girl team-mate telling a boy team-mate, I hate to wrestle her, she throws me around. He said are you kidding? She throws me around.Jonathan P. Kring wrote:Haven't seen any of your biking posts lately. Did your daughter take up wrestling to fight off the boys? Jon
For a taste, here's my daughter in her quarter-final at State Junior Freestyle championships two month ago, where she silvered. Two weeks ago in National Championships, she doubled out in 4th round, but her bracket fell tough - two World Team members - she still has another year of this, I expect her to get 20 scholarship offers. 10 points in 35 seconds for a technical fall win.
Chasing her keeps me busy from Thanksgiving through July, but I figure after next year, I can renew my fishing license.
I'm still running Trout in the Classroom for Texas, but gave up my board position on GRTU.
I am bicycling. Try to make 100 mi/wk (40 mi is an extra day's calories), and sometimes make 150.
Nice thing about my job - don't have to be in the office all the time.
I turn 60 this month. My at-rest pulse is 42, and BP is the same as when I was 19.
On our Sunday crack-of-dawn sprint from uptown into downtown, I'm the guy to beat for all the kids on new road bikes.
Here's my latest bike. The frame is a 1957 Raleigh Lenton Grand Prix, bought as bare frame and fork, where the previous owner had parted out the bike. It was Raleigh's flagship, and the best production club racer of the late 50s.
The top of the bike is basically correct to original. The bottom is entirely custom, with custom hubs and alloy rims, gearing I designed. Originally, the bike would have a "suicide" front shifter, which is a hand-operated rod parallel to the seat tube. I knew I could build a better custom for the same money it would take to hunt down the original parts, and this bike is a joy.