“what the fuck!” I exclaimed in my the high pitch squeaking voice I make when I am agitated.
Diane stuck the French fry in her mouth, sitting across the table from me at our favorite restaurant, the Home Grown Cafe. She looked up at me and asked, “what?” as she dipped the last bite of her fry into the special mustard sauce.
“You just did it again!” I explained, still in an agitated, but perhaps slightly calmer fashion.
I continued, “you have been sick for over a week, coughing of all kinds of nastiness, not sleeping well, but you don’t hesitate to double, no tripled dip your fries in the fine mustard dip, that we were supposed to share. I mean, in a crowd you know double dipping is a faux pas, and usually when it’s just you and I, I have no issue with your double dipping, but you’ve been sick for a week, do you know what you just did?”
My lovely wife looked at me a bit confused. She flashed me her beautiful smile, enough to almost make me forget my point of contention, but not quite. I continued on my rant, “ you have contaminated the community mustard dip. Now I can’t eat it. You have put your sickness
into our magic mustard and I can’t touch it.”
She picked up her spoon, scooped out the area where she had double and triple dipped and plopped a dab on her plate. “there, now it’s good again.” She smiled at me with a flirtatious, yet dangerous smile. 
I nodded to her, “I’ll eat my fries without the magic mustard sauce, thank you.”
“Suit yourself”, she retorted and she proceeded to double dip again…
Sunday was the MAC final in Reston Virginia. Chip and the PVC crew as always did a nice job with this course. I have to admit this version of the course was clearly my favorite yet. I loved the new longer run up, and the climb over the top was much more Fatmarc friendly. Frankly, Chip always lays out a great course. That being said, of all the courses in the MAC it is the one that is least suited for my abilities. Sunday was a good ride for me. I finished up 7th place, and 7th place over all for the 2/3 riders. No disrespect intended to anyone, but I had kind of counted on a 5 lap race. Mentally I had prepared to try and hold the redline for a final two laps, and perhaps finish 5th place. However, after the third lap when I came through and saw the lap cards: 3 to go, I died a little inside. I had to pull back a little, and frankly, Chris and Ian were flat out stronger than me. With no place to hide or use treachery or guile on this course, those boys ate me up. All in all , I have to say I was really pleased with my ride.
Judd pointed out that my play off beard was coming along nicely. Frankly I hadn’t thought of it that way, but I did start growing it for the last couple of races in an effort to get a little more warmth on my face. He called it my hockey beard. That was sweet.
Diane stuck the French fry in her mouth, sitting across the table from me at our favorite restaurant, the Home Grown Cafe. She looked up at me and asked, “what?” as she dipped the last bite of her fry into the special mustard sauce.“You just did it again!” I explained, still in an agitated, but perhaps slightly calmer fashion.
I continued, “you have been sick for over a week, coughing of all kinds of nastiness, not sleeping well, but you don’t hesitate to double, no tripled dip your fries in the fine mustard dip, that we were supposed to share. I mean, in a crowd you know double dipping is a faux pas, and usually when it’s just you and I, I have no issue with your double dipping, but you’ve been sick for a week, do you know what you just did?”
My lovely wife looked at me a bit confused. She flashed me her beautiful smile, enough to almost make me forget my point of contention, but not quite. I continued on my rant, “ you have contaminated the community mustard dip. Now I can’t eat it. You have put your sicknessinto our magic mustard and I can’t touch it.”
She picked up her spoon, scooped out the area where she had double and triple dipped and plopped a dab on her plate. “there, now it’s good again.” She smiled at me with a flirtatious, yet dangerous smile. I nodded to her, “I’ll eat my fries without the magic mustard sauce, thank you.”“Suit yourself”, she retorted and she proceeded to double dip again…
Sunday was the MAC final in Reston Virginia. Chip and the PVC crew as always did a nice job with this course. I have to admit this version of the course was clearly my favorite yet. I loved the new longer run up, and the climb over the top was much more Fatmarc friendly. Frankly, Chip always lays out a great course. That being said, of all the courses in the MAC it is the one that is least suited for my abilities. Sunday was a good ride for me. I finished up 7th place, and 7th place over all for the 2/3 riders. No disrespect intended to anyone, but I had kind of counted on a 5 lap race. Mentally I had prepared to try and hold the redline for a final two laps, and perhaps finish 5th place. However, after the third lap when I came through and saw the lap cards: 3 to go, I died a little inside. I had to pull back a little, and frankly, Chris and Ian were flat out stronger than me. With no place to hide or use treachery or guile on this course, those boys ate me up. All in all , I have to say I was really pleased with my ride.
Judd pointed out that my play off beard was coming along nicely. Frankly I hadn’t thought of it that way, but I did start growing it for the last couple of races in an effort to get a little more warmth on my face. He called it my hockey beard. That was sweet.
I have to admit to you, as I did to Mayhew this morning, I can’t believe it’s over. Mentally I am still feeling good, and frankly I rode well yesterday easily having my best Capital Classic ever. Now I will try to not repeat last year’s 20lbs in 2 weeks gain…
As for Monkey, although she started to feel better on Saturday, Sunday she was still maybe 50%.
She got a quick start but quickly felt the effects of her nagging cold/flu, as she basically shut it down, and noodled the remainder of her laps. She was hoping to pick up a couple of more points, which I believe she accomplished. For the year, Monkey also finished 7th. I am really proud of the gains she has made, and frankly with some better luck on the bike/health front, I am confident she’ll be able to continue to improve for next season.With the closing a the bunch of the C3-Sollay.com crew met at a nice Irish bar in silver spring for some libations, and celebrations. Although we will send many to nationals next week, for Monkey and I the season wrapped yesterday. I have to be honest, I feel like I’m still going good, have good legs. I had a flat spot after fairhill, but frankly I’m mentally engaged. I fully expect to feel cross withdrawal this weekend. It feels weird as I toed the line 20 times this year, and I believe rode my best cross ever this season. I’m pretty bummed that it’s over now.
You should register for the MAC prom now. I know Anne has, and Monkey and I got in this morning. Calls ups to the bar will be based on order of registration. This is not just for folks that win stuff either, as I didn’t sniff a series award, nor have I ever, but it’s one last time to get together as a community and celebrate the sport we all love. Plus it’s funny to see how everyone looks all cleaned up. I even comb my hair for the event! Sign up Now!
Respect
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thanks to mike stoll and tom jones for some awfully nice pictures.
4 comments:
I know the feeling of not being done; my legs feel great today and I feel more ready to train than I have in a couple of weeks, maybe because they know it's done.
Thanks for the thoughts on the downhill during warm ups.
I think it was wes I was talking to who said the exact same thing about the lap cards. I try not to look. I try not to do the math. Sunday a lot of hard laps.
for some reason when I looked over and noticed the lap card that said 6 to go, I was fine with it, as I was ticking off the first 3 anyway. I then proceeded to go into the red in little steps each successive lap, until the final lap was a parade lap of snot, blood and tears.
I take this to mean that I wasn't racing hard enough when I saw 6 to go.
But did you kiss her while she was sick? Sleep in the same bed? Double dipping...bah.
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