chapter 81: bands start up each and everyday.

So it was time for my semi-annual hair cut. Ever since I started working at the clog factory and got out of the banks, much to the delight of monkey, I let my hair grow out a bit. And every 6 months or so, I start to feel a little too dirty, a little too rough, I get a cut.

This time I had 3 inches cut off all the way around. To be honest I was tired of feeling like I just walked out of that movie Dazed and Confused. I was sick of having my hair in my mouth, and in my food, and when the girls at work said, “you should wear a pony tail” well I high tailed it to the sallon.

Me, fucking sensitive pony tail guy !? get the fuck out of here.

But alas, today I was at the ole Harvest Market, which I never frequent, and 2 separate ladies came up to me and asked me if I worked there. I politely declined. Apparently I didn’t get enough hair cut off. Fucking Dirty Hippies.

With 7 weeks until Nationals, and my chances at the MABRA jersey laid up against a tree at the Iron Cross lite, I took this weekend as my final weekend to not race. To rest, and try to heal recover a bit before the final push for nationals. Look I harbor no unrealistic expectations about what I can do in Providence, but result or no result; I want to be sure to bring my best. Part of that was resting this weekend.

Friday started off with me drinking too much, and Saturday I laid on the side of the run up at School A, where we have cross practice, watching FortJames and Diane do laps, while I said to myself, “tequila hangovers suck” and “go babe, you look great!” "I hate tequilla, bastards"

Saturday night went to a small gathering and rode a mechanical bull. That was fun. The party also had huge jumpy, jumps. So of course Monkey and I were all about jumping around in them. There was this little girl jumping near me, she was maybe 5 years old, who by mistake I double jumped, and damn I launched her like 6 ft in the air. I was totally freakin’ out. She landed kept bouncing and laughed her ass off “do it again Mr. Fatmarc”

Sunday was a pretty mellow day, did some shopping washed my bikes, and Diane made cookies. We watched a couple of movies, monster house and Lucky number slevin. Monster house was good cartoon, entertaining. Lucky Number Slevin was pretty punk. I really liked that. Good cast, good twist, a little predictable but nice.

DCCofD had a hell of a weekend with Slick Rick and Lisa, Lisa leading the way, both taking home the MABRA series jerseys. Wes the Conqueror took home the W on Saturday too. The DCCofD was everywhere from New England , Lancaster, Allentown, and yes even Colorado.

In no means can we, the dccofd take credit for the efforts of Joey and Katie last weekend.
Their hard work, their dedication has allowed them to be successful. But I am damn proud to be part of a community, part of a cross practice that helped those two fall in love with cross, and helped be the foundation of where they are now. I’m really big into community, and really I can’t imagine racing cross without the community support, and weekly practice, and camaraderie that we have. So no, we can’t take credit for their results, but fuck yeah, we can be proud of the fact that at one point, we all practiced in the same place. And yeah, they were both on that 2000 MAC Championship team.

Those who can’t be great, live through their friends who are great!

Anyway, I’m gonna rock and roll all night, and party every day.

Respect
Fm

Pictures from this blog where stolen from Jennifer Brown and Mike Brevoort.

Rob Campbell I was sad to hear of your broken collar bone. You are a respected rival, who was having a great season, I look forward to seeing you on the line again soon.