You sure as hell aren't going to find your legs at the bottom of that glass of beer...

Dear Readers,

No race report this week. I didn't race.

I was excited to race early in the week, and then I just hit a flat spot.

I have felt wonky all week. Not sick, but not right either. Tired, not sleeping great. Life stuff. Totally normal. I kinda promised myself that I wouldn't chase points this year, but I also noticed that with the 1.5x points and a descent ride at West Chester, I could maybe steal 10th place for that series. That realization was the kiss of death. My mantra of not chasing points was now kinda out the window, and I found myself looking at the race differently. I didn't have a positive attitude. I felt more and more like "have to" versus "want to"...

Saturday night I was at a sausage and beer tasting with some good friends. We were having a wonderful time. The menu was wonderful.  I had a beer, which isn't totally unusual the night before a race.Conversation was great. Lots of laughs, and  we ate amazing food. It was a great time.  As I realized I was tilting back my fourth glass of beer, I thought to myself, "I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna find my legs at the bottom of this glass, but it's gonna be fun trying..."

Leaving the dinner my friend asked, "you racing tomorrow?"

I responded, "If I wake up on time."

I didn't.

I actually woke up a little hung over.

Diane was meeting Anne Rock, Jill, Grim, Lisa, Nancy  for a nice ride around the Fairhill System. I kitted up, put a couple of cold one's in the jersey pocket (hair of the dog that bit you)  and headed over to meet some friends for a wonderful day on the trails.

my latest frankenstein bike project is going well. It's be fun playing on this thing for a little bit.

It's been a wonderful season. Mine is now over. For not planning a cross season, I'm really stoked. I also plan on having a season next year.

best to you all.

thanks for reading.

respect
Vanderbacon