193: Ghosts in the Park...

Cross season is rapidly coming to a close. Just three weeks ago our practice was teaming with riders, bombing around the park. Tonight there was just five of us. This isn't unusual it happens every year. Cross it tough, the week in and week out grind of it, is perhaps the best, but also the toughest part of the game. Trying to maintain some semblance of a normal balanced life, while racing each weekend is very difficult. It comes as no surprise for me, that every year, following Thanksgiving things start to wind down. Peoples minds slip things like donut rides, and sleeping in, and not racing cross. Practice gets smaller...

Tonight was my first bad practice of the year. I was pretty bummed about that. I had one good effort, a couple good starts, but really couldn't get it going tonight. Looking forward to the weekend, to knock a couple more goals off of my list for the year, I need some solid rides to do that. Tonight's practice didn't instill the confidence that I had hoped for... I just need to be better than I was today. I am better than I was today.

Been working a lot, wasting a lot of energy on stressing out, dogs have been crazy, stupid damn e-collar, more like doggy battering ram, I haven't been sleeping well, worst of all, worst of all I ate pizza the past two days. I always ride poorly after eating pizza. fucking tasty pizza, my down fall in life...

Maybe it was that inside, I'm saddened that in another couple of weeks, there won't be any more ghosts in the park. That somehow, I'm depressed that cross, my favorite season of the year is drawing to a close. Perhaps, with that heavy on my heart, I just didn't ride great tonight. Maybe I'm just soft.

Maybe it was the pizza. It's always the pizza...

lots of work to do this weekend.

I'm not done yet.

I mean I'm not dead yet.

gonna be fun.

respect.

faticus

ps: diane has no idea I took the picture above.