or more aptly titled: what the hell was i gonna say?
One thought this morning riding in was to finally put the list of this years races down on 'paper' but the thought of putting 111/196 sort of was not super exciting.
Its also the last day of riding to work until January. in the 20s today so i balaclava'd it. Slow. On the cross bike with those Serfas tires and the past weekend of racing and consuming too much beer and wine my legs just feel like poop. I'm tired. But then i thought, i gotta keep riding. It'd suck to let the fitness/strength gained go away. Schedule wise it'll be tough to make it in to the city and ride or at least meet the legend that is gwadzilla. But juts having a chance to ride two or three times will definitely make it worth tossing the bike on the rack... The luggage box is going on top anyway, might as well toss a bike up there.
Nice shot of Yogurt Boy, in what might be? his last race in the BOB clown suit.
Burnt out...
go lots to say but no effort to get it out amid the distractions that we have kicking around here today...
peace out
G
oh yeah...
one happy moment in the race sunday... when i ran the barriers with one foot in the middle... Big long strides... going wicked fast... single foot placed in middle and i cleared the barriers...
i was loving those barriers... taking em wicked fast loosing no momentum going into them no brakes flying past people... no i didn't hop anything...
I wanna keep racing cross, but like CTodd says, maybe its best that the season is so short. We relish it all that much more when its here.
Oh and Brucie popped me a notice that Kozy Shack was on sale at Stop and Shop... 2 for $4... well Kozy Shack is a cross season food. All done with the Shack until next cross season. Like Cross Shack is too good, too addictive, to use all year round.
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