Woke up this morning thinking I’d do what Dan Larino suggested and race the second day of supercross. It’d’ve been great. The course looked amazeballs, the weather was perfect, there were plenty of lovely people to stand around in the cold with.
But instead I decided to ride my bike a 6 Mile and fall off a bridge.
CX season storms on without me. Many of my friends have already called it quits and are busy packing on winter weight. I can’t seem to connect to the scene this year. I’m stronger than I’ve been in a while, and I’m getting better at driving the bike-cycle. But unlike the previous FIVE years, I’m just not feeling it. Not every weekend. Not for four months.
I’m choosing my battles. Yes, I’m looking at you Nationals.
I’m currently running 3rd overall in the Fifth Street CX Series in Emmaus. Yes, it’s a mid-week training series with two short heats per, blah blah blah. Don’t care. I get to race at night heralded by train whistles. And the conditions on Thursdays have been consistently, um, challenging:
The sunset was a rager. The bike is clean. Anna saved a coupla pieces of Halloween candy.
These are fine days. Plenty of time left to barf on myself.