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So  I’m staging for Sunday’s race Diane is standing on the line with me.

She asks, “hon, do you want your glasses?”
I think about it, but figure they are all the way at the car, it’s not that big of a deal.
“no that’s alright, I’ll be fine…”
Diane gives me a strange look.

I don’t worry about it. I finish staging and the race starts.
On lap three of said race something slides down into my line of vision.
Oh, my glasses, they were in my helmet. I push them back.

Monkey was asking to take my glasses, not offering to get them from the car…
Now I know why she was giving me a funny look….


A funny thing happened on the way to cross season this year.

I am usually a pretty goal oriented fellow.

I set goals and strive to achieve them. Along with that can sometimes come pressure that comes with
wanting to achieve certain goals.

This year was like every other year in that in September, I wrote down 5 things I want to accomplish.

Well, after my craptastic ride at Nittany, followed up by getting sick and missing Charm City… Well my goals were pretty much out of my reach.

I felt like I had a choice… Bog down the rest of the season in my own mire striving for goals that are pretty much out of my reach or let go of the goals, focus on each race, race my hardest and leave it at that…

Let me say this, I still feel like I haven’t 100% found my race legs. I still feel like I’m a step behind the group of guys I have raced with the past two years, but I’m having the most fun I have had in years. The last 3 years, I have been in pretty tough point battles, with  Pretty tough goals for the MAC…

This year, I find myself racing for the sake of the race. Living in moment just a bit more, and fuck it having the most fun I have had in a few years….

As I said to Diane after a few drinks at dinner the other night, you know, I’m not going very fast, but I’m having a ton of fucking fun…

And so it is. The season rolls on…

respect
fatmarc

Thanks to Anthony and Dennis for Pictures