Rumors to my demise are greatly exaggerated... or something like that. I know it's been awhile, but I have excuses. Like, my dog ate my netbook, I have been on a mental vacation, I don't have anything to write about. Yeah, I know. Lame. Doping doping doping. If I could dope to make me a better writer, oh heck yes I would. Cheat to win baby. That's the 'merican way. Tired? There's a pill for that. Fat? There's a pill for that. Sad? There's a pill for that. Slow? There's a pill for that. Soft? There is even a pill for that.
I'm doping pretty hard this morning, I'm like on my 4th cup of coffee and it is not helping my ability to tap-a-tap-a on the keyboard. I recently attended a Wednesday Night Ride afterparty and some friends mentioned the fact that my blogging had been lacking. So, push comes to shove and now I am writing just to write. So bear with me, I'm am trying to get back into "writing shape". You gotta walk before you can run.
So, I've been working at the shop, riding my bikes and have been dabbling in some Cyclo-Cross. Yes, it is CX season and we are elbow deep. I have a love/hate relationship with Cross. I love Cross. I hate how I feel one lap into a race, the feeling that the body is failing one system at a time. Muscles refusing to work, lungs trying to escape the chest. My mind slowing down time so that the seconds turn into mins and 45 of them feels like a life sentence in a burning building. This is Cross. The dark side, the dirty little secret that is not really a secret at all.
So you ask why do you love Cross? It's beautiful in a hard dirty way. You take what is essentially a road bike and race it off road in the worst of conditions. It is a test of man and machine that pushes the limits of both to the point of failure. Not only does one need spare wheels, but it is standard operating procedure to have a spare bike in the pits. I love the harshness of the sport, how refreshing it is to be cold, filthy, and filled with pain. It is not easy.
This has been painful -not in a good way, but I hope it will lead to more words floating through the cloud to you. So see you next time and maybe it won't be three months from now...
