Hi, I am looking for some pain meds.

Do you ever wake up with a headache and carry it along the entire day? Today was one of those days. I think it may have been a small case of dehydration, but never the less, it was annoying. In my 22 years on earth, I have learned quite a few things, but the following is priceless.

There are three kinds of headaches. Each has its own symptoms, but they all have the same cure.

Headache #1: the little man in your head gets bored while sitting on his mini set of rollers and wants to hear some music. The problem is, he plays it just a little to loud.
Cure: Go for a ride.

Headache #2: the little man watched a freeride video last night and decided he wanted to give it a try. However, he only has a 4" travel Titus Racer X. As a result, every big landing he takes sends a shock wave through your head...causing temporary paralysis.
Cure: Go for a ride.

Headache #3: the little man has been doing a lot of training and wants to take advantage of a great day and hit the local trails. Once he realizes that he is stuck in your head, he brews up an evil plan to blast his way to freedom. So, he pulls out his old floor pump, hooks it up somewhere behind your eyebrows and just starts pumping! Lucky for you, the little man usually gets tired and gives up before your eyeballs pop out. Don't get too comfortable, though, because rare as it is, there have been cases reported in which the little man did in fact blast his way to freedom. A little off subject, but it happens.
Cure: Go for a ride.

Needless to say, I went for a ride. Oh ya, I feel great!

Ryan...go to bed!!

Apparently I need sleep. I am tired. Today wasn't cool and my ride was even less cool. I have been up late the last two nights and it has taken its toll. Occasionally, when I have a rough day, I look up jokes. Well, here are a few of my favorite Chuck Norris jokes. Enjoy.

When an episode of Walker Texas Ranger was aired in France, the French surrendered to Chuck Norris just to be on the safe side.

Some people wear Superman pajamas. Superman wears Chuck Norris pajamas.

When Chuck Norris was born, the only person who cried was the doctor. Never slap Chuck Norris.

Chuck Norris is the reason why Waldo is hiding.

The world's fastest car has 7 gears. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and Chuck Norris.

If only they could see what I see...

Aside from feeling like a whipped puppy when I got home last night, I had an awesome weekend! It was just as I predicted it to be: a reunion. I got to hang out with, talk to and shake the hands of people I haven't seen for several weeks. It was nice to be back "home" and I appreciate the warm welcome.

My Saturday was nearly a perfect fit for what the day was made to be. The morning was filled with driving and anticipation. The afternoon was filled with mountain biking, and the night was full of laughter and horse-play. Do Saturdays get any better? Rarely. Sunday was a different story. Few smiles were cracked and even fewer jokes were told. It was time for business. If you are curious as to how the rest of the morning went, you will have to talk to someone else. My side is rarely accurate and habitually bias. I will say this much, however, I had a great race. I won. I felt like I performed well. Thank you for asking. That is, assuming you did ask.

The best part of the weekend, mind you, was the "after-party". No, it wasn't a real party with banners, cake and ice cream. It's a little more like happy hour with out as much alcohol. Regardless of how you did, work was out for the day. It was time to relax after another high-strung, caffeine-filled weekend. It is in this moment that time pauses just long enough for you to remember why you sacrificed so much for what so many regard as so little.

It feels like we are going in circles...stop and ask that man for directions!

After driving 22 hours, or flying cross-country for a race, a 5hr drive seems kinda close to me. Heck, I dont even have to go all the way to Atlanta! In all honesty, Jackson, GA. is still a good distance away, but the drive is more like circling your own neighborhood for 5 hours. Every mile is familiar. You recognize every exit. Once you finally get there, its like pulling up in your own driveway. Over the last 4 years, I have grown to love the S.E. racing scene. Its like each race just becomes another family reunion for a bunch of long, lost cousins. We may live hundreds of mile apart, but we all gather together with one thing in mind. The love of Mountainbike Racing.

Excuse me sir! May I suck your wheel?

Don't you just love the riders who appear to be awestruck by "getting to ride with the Woodall kid!" It's no big deal to me. Heck, I ride with myself all the time. If others think its cool, great! BUT! When the ride is over and I am gone, why...wait, I must repeat that with more emphassis...WHY!...much better, do you feel the need to tell everyone that you "stuck his wheel the whole ride. He tried to drop me but I hung in there!" I am not that great, barely worthy of your attention (haha! I can't believe you are still reading this!) but I swear, these guys would make these types of retarded acclamations if they were riding with Lance Armstrong!

Let me make one thing clear, I do find it to be humbling, knowing that my name holds some clout in a few minds. It is also inspiring to know that others acknowledge what little I have done. All I ask is please, no smack talk...because chances are, I will want to reply with more smack and that is not acceptable. Besides, just slip me $5, or a $10 before the ride and I will let you drop me INFRONT of your friends! Or you could pay me more, just depends on how dramatic you want me to "pop". ;-P

Hey Baby! You sure remind me a lot of my old Schwinn...

As I was riding my bike down the road today, my attention was brought to the subject of Love. Not just any love, but the pure and perfect love I share with my bikes. I say bikes because I have several. My bikes arent perfect and neither am I, however, we have created a bond so close that a couple celebrating their 50th could barely understand. Right about now, you are probably asking yourself, "what is this all supposed to mean? What makes this relevant?" Hearing your questions, I must respond, "I know the secert to a perfect romance. One that people would pay to hear." Funny thing is, even with all this knowledge I am left with one bigger, more mind boggling question. "Why aren't girls more like bicycles?" Wow! Now that's deep!

I would like 1 hot fudge sundae, 1 bannana split, 1 piece of cheese cake, 1...

My hat goes off to all the anorexic people out there. Ya'll are some strong, yet crazy people. Though I look to fit the part, I do my share of eating. Recently, however, I have been trying to better regulate what and when I eat. It isn't easy! I have lost about 5 pounds in the last 2 weeks and I feel great. My power is good and my endurance is good enough. I have 4 races the next 4 weekends and 2 of them are big. If my power to weight ratio stays here, or gets better, I just might enjoy them.

Time to start

I hear it all the time... "you should have a blog." OK! FINE! I'LL DO IT! However, its not that simple. For those that dont know, I am a professional mountainbike racer of the cross-country discipline. NOT A ROADIE! After three years of no falls on my road bike, I was crashed yesterday in a crit race...by a ROADIE! I got my first road crash, so i said, "why not start a blog?" ....here I am.