Race Date: April 17, 2012
Packed my race bag the night before. Checked over the bike and wiped it down and threw the front wheel in the trunk of the car. Racked the bike on top of the car before work and felt great all day. Light lunch. Good afternoon snack.
The weather was looking favorable all day long for the first race of the season. Light breeze and the sun was peaking out after a couple rainy days over the weekend, a weekend filled with tearing up the yard and preparing to relandscape everything.
As the end of the work day approached I double-checked the weather and everything was "go" for race time.
Shutdown the computer and head out to the parking lot and it's absolutely gorgeous. Call home and see what's going on with the kiddos. Wife suggests that I maybe spend the night getting the yard closer to finished instead of racing.
All of those hours on the trainer this winter. Sweating on the rollers out in the garage as my breath froze. The upgrades to the bike over the winter. All of this wasn't done to prepare me to pull up lawn edging!?
I sit in the driver's seat in the parking lot and stew over the suggestion of getting work done on the house instead of paying $15 to add my first race of the year nerves to the Cat 4 peloton in Minnetonka.
Continuing to pull up overgrown layers, (yes, multiple) of landscape fabric or bumping elbows in the bottleneck on the backside of the OPUS loop.
Raking up piles of pine needles from the tree that I fell a week ago in the front yard or fighting for the 3rd lap prime for 5 points.
Inspecting and watering my sproutlet grass seed in the bare spots of the lawn from two weeks ago or sucking wind after an uphill sprint.
I pull out of the parking lot and turn right to head home. I wasn't happy with my decision the whole way home, but knew my wife was right.
Tyler Durden couldn't have been more right when he said that what you own ends up owning you. The house. The yard. The furniture. The toys in the basement. The baseball gloves and rollerblades in the garage.
Same with the bikes lined up on the hooks on the ceiling of my garage. And the one bolted into the trainer in the dank corner of the garage. And the one clamped to the roof of my wife's VW Beetle.
And the grill on my deck which made some delicious baked potatoes and grilled chicken when I got home. And the frying pan that spit out a pound of fried bacon which eventually made its way onto the loaded potatoes.
And my kids' smiling faces which didn't care that I bailed out on the race but instead wouldn't stop eating the bacon as it cooled on the plate on the counter before I could crumble it up for the potatoes.
I ended up getting an hour so done out in the yard and added to the pile of yard crap that needs to find its way to the dump. I was originally thinking about making it to the first road race tomorrow as well out in Durand, Wisconsin, but I'm going to get in a training ride at dawn then get muddy in the yard the whole day instead.
Despite what some say, our racing calendar is pretty thorough around here so there's plenty of opportunities for me to chase that Cat 3 dream this season.
Maybe next Tuesday.
Footnote: Oh, and I plan on working on this blog a bit more this year. I keep telling myself I'll write more when I race more, but that attitude obviously isn't working. Also, my neighbor, Death Rider, keeps reminding me how boring my life can seem to those that I don't see on a regular basis so I need to write about something to show him that I do more than hang out in my house and watch movies. I mean, look, I get outside and work in my yard too!
Non-Statistically Significant Evidence to Support the Theory of Addiction to Exercise-Induced Endorphin Release
Friday, April 20, 2012
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Premature Exertion
2011 is off to a fast start, and I'm already slacking in the blog department.
Since my last post, I've lost my job (within a week of the last post, actually), applied to 24 new jobs, interviewed 8 times over the phone, 4 times in person, followed up on all 12 interviews with phone calls and thank you letters, negotiated to job offers and took my now current job, making me gainfully employed once again.
Oh, and all the while, my wife picked up a ton of extra hours at the hospital making me take on the role of Mr. Mom for exactly two months.
The thought of being a stay-at-home used to sound a bit appealing to me...but after this experiment...NO WAY. I couldn't do it full-time (i.e. my wife is amazing, and I don't know how she's done it this whole time). I love the kids with all my heart, and had a blast with them on my time off, but I need structure and a lot more adult interaction and conversation in my life. I thought I could live my life playing LEGOs and watching cartoons and playing hide-and-seek all day long, but no. Just no.
At the turn of the year I had originally planned to ramp up my running and run the Chicago Marathon with a group of friends. A weekend trip. The weekend that I was actually going to commit and register fell immediately after I lost my job, so that plan went right through the floor.
I had also planned on picking up bike racing where I left off in 2009, and that plan was still feasible on a fixed income, so I focused almost solely on riding the trainer in the basement whenever I could steal a couple hours with the kids asleep.
Trainer time. At night. In the basement. Yuck.
But, it was the only way I could log some time in the saddle, and really the only way I could unwind after full days of double-diaper duty and running around creation to do errands. I did manage to get out for a few outdoor rides when the weather cooperated, and one really good 52-mile group ride with my new racing team.
Fast forward to April, the week after I accepted my new job, and I reward myself by going to Ken Woods Memorial Road Race south of the Twin Cities.
At the end of my first year of racing ('09), I did upgrade out of the Category 5's to the 4's. This would mark my first race as a 4. I knew I wasn't in the best race shape, but I was so excited to actually be able to race this year that I just didn't care. I just wanted to wear my new kit and try to hang on and get my heart rate higher than it's been in months for an extended period of time.
The weather was miserable for the morning wave, but luckily the rain/mist ceased for the afternoon wave and the pavement was dry. Unfortunately, our Minnesota Spring didn't totally cooperate though and continued to pound some NW winds at us, making for some really fun hiding tactics within the pack that really didn't help once we got strung out in the crosswind.
Overall the race went well. I didn't hear of any wrecks in our field. We held together the entire first lap until the last long hill approaching the finish completely blew our pack up. I attempted to hang with the front on the attack up the hill, but red-lined about 2/3 of the way up and lost it. Sucked wind all the way past the line going into lap two as I was passed by [what seemed to be] everyone else. Went solo until after the first turn, where one guy came up and passed me, then offered to let me latch on and work together to catch back up. I tried, and swapped a couple turns at pulling, but slammed the wall again when we hit a rolling hill into the wind and then told him to go ahead. I lost sight of him by the next turn heading north, but luckily another small group of three came up and pulled me in.
We ended up working together pretty well to paceline back to our cars.
Finished the 42 miles in just over 2 hours, 41st place out of 47 finishers.
A finish, nonetheless.
Since then, I've done two of the Tuesday Night Worlds / OPUS criteriums; May 10 and last night.
May 10 (TNW #5) was a ton of fun. I started up front, and held in the top ten for the majority of the race. I still wasn't sure of my anaerobic capacity for the season, so I didn't attempt any prime sprints, but was in position to watch them pretty well. After the first prime, I accidentally found myself at the front after we reeled the sprinters back in. I led for the lap across the line, then let others come up around me to help pull again.
Dropped back a bit in the pack, then worked back up by the next prime to position for the finish. With two to go, a couple guys go off the front, so everyone got antsy and started fighting for position. At the bell, I found myself about 13 or 14, so once we reached the top of the hill I found a gap on the right and said "what the hell, why not" and attacked up the right side into the downhill. Got up to the front of the pack (bike meter recorded a top speed of 40.1, I'm pretty sure it was here) with two other guys, but quickly learned that going into a downhill isn't the best place to attack, as we were all a group again by the time we reached the bottom.
Hit the left turn and bottleneck, then rode as a group to the final left turn where everyone stood to sprint uphill to the finish.
I had nothing left, so just sat up and watched. Ended up 17th of 32.
Last night was similar, but our field felt MUCH faster this week with everyone trying to salvage any points they could on the last race of this TNW series.
I went in with a goal of at least trying to get a point or two on a prime, with my sights set on the first, as nobody really attacked last week aside from the front couple guys. As we hit the last turn for the prime, about 20 of us stood to sprint. I was about 8 or 10 back, and right in the middle, so I had no real option other than to stick on the wheel ahead of me and just ride it up and watch the sprint ahead of me.
We all gathered up again at the top, then went roundy-round for the next three laps. About the only excitement here was on lap 4 or 5 when a couple cars found themselves in the left lane as we swallowed them up and passed on the right. Everyone was pretty cautious though, so it was good to see common sense from the group.
The next prime lap was fast. Really fast. All the way around. I was right in the middle somewhere and didn't have any desire to try to fight my way up again, so I just rode around and watched...again.
Then roundy-round two more times to the bell lap. Heading to the line going into the final lap, two guys took off, and I mean blasted off. They were gone by the time the rest of us reached the top. I found a couple little gaps in the middle of the pack on the way up the hill and worked my way up to about the top ten again at the summit and into the down hill.
Remembering last week's feeble attempt of an attack, I held in a bit longer and positioned myself on the left side for something later down the road.
So instead of attacking on the downhill, I wait until we reach the bottom then my brain pulls the trigger and I make a dash for it up the left side right. Went through some of the leftover gravel from the winter plows that hadn't been cleaned from the road yet, but found myself alone with a second or two gap ahead of the pack going into the uphill left turn and bottleneck. I stood to keep it and knew it was all or nothing to hold at this point. I stood and torqued a bit too much on my handle bars and felt a quick skid of my rear tire, but didn't panic and held it up fine. Almost made it up to the last turn by myself, but then hit the wall again and was swallowed up as we turned to head to the finish line.
I swear that line was closer the last 8 times we went over it...
The official full results aren't posted yet, but I didn't even try to put effort in to steal 15th place. Pretty sure it wasn't even a top 20, but it was a fun attack that at least made whoever got those two third-place-finish points try a bit harder to win.
I've overheard a few other people saying that the Cat 4's are really fast this year. There are definitely a few guys that are working the group pretty hard, but it's making for some really fun racing so far.
My goal this year is simply to keep finishing races and learn some more strategy during the race. I feel very comfortable in the pack, which I was nervous about coming into this year, so that's a good feeling. I definitely think I'm in good enough shape to continue to be pack fodder for the rest of the season. I'm still going to try some things here and there and try to figure out something that might stick eventually though. I just hate going on a group ride at the race until the last 200 yards.
I won't be partaking in the Square Lake Road Race this weekend. Definitely some home projects and kid time in the plans. I'm hoping to take in a Buck Hill race or three in the next few weeks leading up to the State Fair Crits (my favorite series).
Sorry no pictures either. I'm terrible about carrying cameras, and when I do I don't really take pictures. There've been quite a few people out with cameras at the OPUS races, but I haven't seen much posting of them. If I find some, I'll share and link 'em up.
Since my last post, I've lost my job (within a week of the last post, actually), applied to 24 new jobs, interviewed 8 times over the phone, 4 times in person, followed up on all 12 interviews with phone calls and thank you letters, negotiated to job offers and took my now current job, making me gainfully employed once again.
Oh, and all the while, my wife picked up a ton of extra hours at the hospital making me take on the role of Mr. Mom for exactly two months.
The thought of being a stay-at-home used to sound a bit appealing to me...but after this experiment...NO WAY. I couldn't do it full-time (i.e. my wife is amazing, and I don't know how she's done it this whole time). I love the kids with all my heart, and had a blast with them on my time off, but I need structure and a lot more adult interaction and conversation in my life. I thought I could live my life playing LEGOs and watching cartoons and playing hide-and-seek all day long, but no. Just no.
At the turn of the year I had originally planned to ramp up my running and run the Chicago Marathon with a group of friends. A weekend trip. The weekend that I was actually going to commit and register fell immediately after I lost my job, so that plan went right through the floor.
I had also planned on picking up bike racing where I left off in 2009, and that plan was still feasible on a fixed income, so I focused almost solely on riding the trainer in the basement whenever I could steal a couple hours with the kids asleep.
Trainer time. At night. In the basement. Yuck.
But, it was the only way I could log some time in the saddle, and really the only way I could unwind after full days of double-diaper duty and running around creation to do errands. I did manage to get out for a few outdoor rides when the weather cooperated, and one really good 52-mile group ride with my new racing team.
Fast forward to April, the week after I accepted my new job, and I reward myself by going to Ken Woods Memorial Road Race south of the Twin Cities.
At the end of my first year of racing ('09), I did upgrade out of the Category 5's to the 4's. This would mark my first race as a 4. I knew I wasn't in the best race shape, but I was so excited to actually be able to race this year that I just didn't care. I just wanted to wear my new kit and try to hang on and get my heart rate higher than it's been in months for an extended period of time.
The weather was miserable for the morning wave, but luckily the rain/mist ceased for the afternoon wave and the pavement was dry. Unfortunately, our Minnesota Spring didn't totally cooperate though and continued to pound some NW winds at us, making for some really fun hiding tactics within the pack that really didn't help once we got strung out in the crosswind.
Overall the race went well. I didn't hear of any wrecks in our field. We held together the entire first lap until the last long hill approaching the finish completely blew our pack up. I attempted to hang with the front on the attack up the hill, but red-lined about 2/3 of the way up and lost it. Sucked wind all the way past the line going into lap two as I was passed by [what seemed to be] everyone else. Went solo until after the first turn, where one guy came up and passed me, then offered to let me latch on and work together to catch back up. I tried, and swapped a couple turns at pulling, but slammed the wall again when we hit a rolling hill into the wind and then told him to go ahead. I lost sight of him by the next turn heading north, but luckily another small group of three came up and pulled me in.
We ended up working together pretty well to paceline back to our cars.
Finished the 42 miles in just over 2 hours, 41st place out of 47 finishers.
A finish, nonetheless.
Since then, I've done two of the Tuesday Night Worlds / OPUS criteriums; May 10 and last night.
May 10 (TNW #5) was a ton of fun. I started up front, and held in the top ten for the majority of the race. I still wasn't sure of my anaerobic capacity for the season, so I didn't attempt any prime sprints, but was in position to watch them pretty well. After the first prime, I accidentally found myself at the front after we reeled the sprinters back in. I led for the lap across the line, then let others come up around me to help pull again.
Dropped back a bit in the pack, then worked back up by the next prime to position for the finish. With two to go, a couple guys go off the front, so everyone got antsy and started fighting for position. At the bell, I found myself about 13 or 14, so once we reached the top of the hill I found a gap on the right and said "what the hell, why not" and attacked up the right side into the downhill. Got up to the front of the pack (bike meter recorded a top speed of 40.1, I'm pretty sure it was here) with two other guys, but quickly learned that going into a downhill isn't the best place to attack, as we were all a group again by the time we reached the bottom.
Hit the left turn and bottleneck, then rode as a group to the final left turn where everyone stood to sprint uphill to the finish.
I had nothing left, so just sat up and watched. Ended up 17th of 32.
Last night was similar, but our field felt MUCH faster this week with everyone trying to salvage any points they could on the last race of this TNW series.
I went in with a goal of at least trying to get a point or two on a prime, with my sights set on the first, as nobody really attacked last week aside from the front couple guys. As we hit the last turn for the prime, about 20 of us stood to sprint. I was about 8 or 10 back, and right in the middle, so I had no real option other than to stick on the wheel ahead of me and just ride it up and watch the sprint ahead of me.
We all gathered up again at the top, then went roundy-round for the next three laps. About the only excitement here was on lap 4 or 5 when a couple cars found themselves in the left lane as we swallowed them up and passed on the right. Everyone was pretty cautious though, so it was good to see common sense from the group.
The next prime lap was fast. Really fast. All the way around. I was right in the middle somewhere and didn't have any desire to try to fight my way up again, so I just rode around and watched...again.
Then roundy-round two more times to the bell lap. Heading to the line going into the final lap, two guys took off, and I mean blasted off. They were gone by the time the rest of us reached the top. I found a couple little gaps in the middle of the pack on the way up the hill and worked my way up to about the top ten again at the summit and into the down hill.
Remembering last week's feeble attempt of an attack, I held in a bit longer and positioned myself on the left side for something later down the road.
So instead of attacking on the downhill, I wait until we reach the bottom then my brain pulls the trigger and I make a dash for it up the left side right. Went through some of the leftover gravel from the winter plows that hadn't been cleaned from the road yet, but found myself alone with a second or two gap ahead of the pack going into the uphill left turn and bottleneck. I stood to keep it and knew it was all or nothing to hold at this point. I stood and torqued a bit too much on my handle bars and felt a quick skid of my rear tire, but didn't panic and held it up fine. Almost made it up to the last turn by myself, but then hit the wall again and was swallowed up as we turned to head to the finish line.
I swear that line was closer the last 8 times we went over it...
The official full results aren't posted yet, but I didn't even try to put effort in to steal 15th place. Pretty sure it wasn't even a top 20, but it was a fun attack that at least made whoever got those two third-place-finish points try a bit harder to win.
I've overheard a few other people saying that the Cat 4's are really fast this year. There are definitely a few guys that are working the group pretty hard, but it's making for some really fun racing so far.
My goal this year is simply to keep finishing races and learn some more strategy during the race. I feel very comfortable in the pack, which I was nervous about coming into this year, so that's a good feeling. I definitely think I'm in good enough shape to continue to be pack fodder for the rest of the season. I'm still going to try some things here and there and try to figure out something that might stick eventually though. I just hate going on a group ride at the race until the last 200 yards.
I won't be partaking in the Square Lake Road Race this weekend. Definitely some home projects and kid time in the plans. I'm hoping to take in a Buck Hill race or three in the next few weeks leading up to the State Fair Crits (my favorite series).
Sorry no pictures either. I'm terrible about carrying cameras, and when I do I don't really take pictures. There've been quite a few people out with cameras at the OPUS races, but I haven't seen much posting of them. If I find some, I'll share and link 'em up.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Protein Shake in a Bun
I'm a wimp.
Merely a shell of a hardcore Minnesota athlete. I pride myself in my desire to run outdoors in every season we face here. I try to avoid running during the daylight hours in the summer because I prefer the cooler evenings and night running. Anything above 55 degrees F and I think it's too warm.
Why am I a sham of the self-image that I hold of myself?
Because yesterday, the 16th of February, was my first workout outdoors since Halloween. Not one single workout outside below freezing (it was 47 degrees yesterday).
A coworker and I have been talking about running over lunch for a few weeks after we learned that we both like running and endurance events. She's run 21 marathons in the last 5 years, Boston twice. We finally bucked up and made an official Microsoft Outlook calendar meeting over lunch yesterday, and stuck to it.
Nothing fancy or grueling. We ran a nice 4-mile out-and-back route from the office. We're both pretty much just starting up our spring running routines, so we kept a comfortable conversational pace of about 9:00 min/mi. It was my first run with GPS watch outdoors, so I recorded the run and will post the data after I download and play with it.
We were able to both get back to the office, shower (separately) and get back to our desks within an hour, so we decided that this is definitely doable and are going to reschedule our Outlook meeting to "recurring."
Having taken two weeks off from running, my body didn't totally react well to going from running to sitting in my crappy office chair within 20 minutes, and I think my blood electrolytes took a weird hit as well. Ended up getting a decent little headache, but nothing two little magic blue pills (Aleve) couldn't take care of.
Finished the day at the office, then went to meet the family at the in-laws for a couple hours to watch American Idol (go JC!) and wear out the boys by making a mess and chasing them around with a fun game of hide-and-seek at Grandma's house.
Packed up the kids around 9:00 pm and hit the road for home and realized that I hadn't eaten since lunch, and was friggin' famished.
While the boys were in the back seat of our family commuter/compact car, a manly VW Beetle (at least it's dark blue), attempting to sing along to a Clap Your Hands Say Yeah song, I started to weigh my different take-out/fast food options as we drove down 35E.
Lee Ann Chin.
KFC.
Panera.
Noodles.
BK.
Hmmm...they all sounded amazing as we passed the glowing signs.
Before I knew it, our 1.5-year-old was passed out in back and the 5-year-old was already tired of the repetitive beat and was spacing out the window. A crinkle in my plans of stopping for take-out it became, as there's no way I was going to attempt to unload the car to head in to order.
That left drive-thru.
The image of the golden arches were etched in my retinas or something and I had an immediate craving for a burger.
I ended up getting the new Chipotle BBQ Bacon Angus 1/3-pound grease bomb ("Plain," no pickles, mustard, onions, lettuce or ketchup) from McDon's; just give me the burger, bun, bacon, cheese and new sauce please!
I compensated for the grease by only ordering the sandwich, a true test of my late-night will-power if one ever existed.
I'm not going to lie, it was probably the most satisfying, 60-second-prep-time 800 calories and 2,000 mg of sodium I can remember ingesting in recent memory. It definitely had the most flavor in a burger chain burger that I can recall. I was expecting MdD's basic McNugget BBQ sauce on a slightly seasoned meat/filler patty, but I was pleasantly surprised to actually get a bit of zing with the sauce in the aftertaste that perfectly complimented the dunk of ketchup I applied myself (the "burger artists" can never get the appropriate ketchup to burger ratio when they pre-apply it behind the scenes, if they even try to...). The Angus burger "Premium" bacon that they use is well worth the extra few cents they charge as well.
Getting the sandwich alone also left me feeling satiated when I was done, rather than completely miserable if I had also downed a large fry, although those fries would have been delicious...like they always are...mmm...McDonald's Fries...
The only real side effect I've experienced so far, though, was going to bed with a guilty conscience. I decided to set the alarm to get up a bit earlier this morning and crank out a spin on the trainer before work.
Sixty minutes of 6:00 am cadence work and I no longer feel guilty.
Did I seriously admit to cheering for an American Idol contestant by name?!
Merely a shell of a hardcore Minnesota athlete. I pride myself in my desire to run outdoors in every season we face here. I try to avoid running during the daylight hours in the summer because I prefer the cooler evenings and night running. Anything above 55 degrees F and I think it's too warm.
Why am I a sham of the self-image that I hold of myself?
Because yesterday, the 16th of February, was my first workout outdoors since Halloween. Not one single workout outside below freezing (it was 47 degrees yesterday).
A coworker and I have been talking about running over lunch for a few weeks after we learned that we both like running and endurance events. She's run 21 marathons in the last 5 years, Boston twice. We finally bucked up and made an official Microsoft Outlook calendar meeting over lunch yesterday, and stuck to it.
Nothing fancy or grueling. We ran a nice 4-mile out-and-back route from the office. We're both pretty much just starting up our spring running routines, so we kept a comfortable conversational pace of about 9:00 min/mi. It was my first run with GPS watch outdoors, so I recorded the run and will post the data after I download and play with it.
We were able to both get back to the office, shower (separately) and get back to our desks within an hour, so we decided that this is definitely doable and are going to reschedule our Outlook meeting to "recurring."
Having taken two weeks off from running, my body didn't totally react well to going from running to sitting in my crappy office chair within 20 minutes, and I think my blood electrolytes took a weird hit as well. Ended up getting a decent little headache, but nothing two little magic blue pills (Aleve) couldn't take care of.
Finished the day at the office, then went to meet the family at the in-laws for a couple hours to watch American Idol (go JC!) and wear out the boys by making a mess and chasing them around with a fun game of hide-and-seek at Grandma's house.
Packed up the kids around 9:00 pm and hit the road for home and realized that I hadn't eaten since lunch, and was friggin' famished.
While the boys were in the back seat of our family commuter/compact car, a manly VW Beetle (at least it's dark blue), attempting to sing along to a Clap Your Hands Say Yeah song, I started to weigh my different take-out/fast food options as we drove down 35E.
Lee Ann Chin.
KFC.
Panera.
Noodles.
BK.
Hmmm...they all sounded amazing as we passed the glowing signs.
Before I knew it, our 1.5-year-old was passed out in back and the 5-year-old was already tired of the repetitive beat and was spacing out the window. A crinkle in my plans of stopping for take-out it became, as there's no way I was going to attempt to unload the car to head in to order.
That left drive-thru.
The image of the golden arches were etched in my retinas or something and I had an immediate craving for a burger.
I ended up getting the new Chipotle BBQ Bacon Angus 1/3-pound grease bomb ("Plain," no pickles, mustard, onions, lettuce or ketchup) from McDon's; just give me the burger, bun, bacon, cheese and new sauce please!
I compensated for the grease by only ordering the sandwich, a true test of my late-night will-power if one ever existed.
I'm not going to lie, it was probably the most satisfying, 60-second-prep-time 800 calories and 2,000 mg of sodium I can remember ingesting in recent memory. It definitely had the most flavor in a burger chain burger that I can recall. I was expecting MdD's basic McNugget BBQ sauce on a slightly seasoned meat/filler patty, but I was pleasantly surprised to actually get a bit of zing with the sauce in the aftertaste that perfectly complimented the dunk of ketchup I applied myself (the "burger artists" can never get the appropriate ketchup to burger ratio when they pre-apply it behind the scenes, if they even try to...). The Angus burger "Premium" bacon that they use is well worth the extra few cents they charge as well.
Getting the sandwich alone also left me feeling satiated when I was done, rather than completely miserable if I had also downed a large fry, although those fries would have been delicious...like they always are...mmm...McDonald's Fries...
The only real side effect I've experienced so far, though, was going to bed with a guilty conscience. I decided to set the alarm to get up a bit earlier this morning and crank out a spin on the trainer before work.
Sixty minutes of 6:00 am cadence work and I no longer feel guilty.
Did I seriously admit to cheering for an American Idol contestant by name?!
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