Head banger's ball.

The light is getting harder to find, but Amy has been understanding as I've continued to spend a fair amount of time on my bicycle. The majority of my riding has been non-competitive fall riding. I love the riding in fall. It is bittersweet because of the coming cold, but it is the most fulfilling outdoor time you can spend. I've done a little bit of cross racing. Last weekend I had an encounter with the sand that I never want to duplicate. I crashed hard and there was a moment that I had to wonder if I'd get up again.

Thankfully I did and I have a bit of soreness that has plagued me this entire week. It should be a good reminder this weekend when Green Acres arrives. I will win Green Acres. If I keep saying this will it come true? Likely not, but if there is a race I would will myself to win it is this one. Orange crush will be my diet for the rest of the week. I will crush you.

The weird thing is that sometimes you get to hang out with people that you like.

10 in 11.

Today I'll try to post a recap of things that have happened.

Probably the thing that I'm the most proud of so far is my unexplainable over achievement at Chequamegon. I somehow managed 34th. Don't be fooled, I am still a sub-par cyclist. Sometimes things just work out and you end up doing well.

Cyclocross has also been rolling along in full stride. So far the Tuesday night races have been tough. I race in the 123 race so competition is tough. The Sunday races I've done have been sparsely attended. Luckily though the two that I've done I've felt pretty good and ended a decent second.

Tonight there is a wind whipping against the house that reminds me of so many nights in my youth. Probably my favorite in recent memory is not that long ago. I had a roommate that had a small aluminum boat. He being tough wasn't afraid of a cold October wind. We went out into that cold October wind in his small boat with three others through waves that were overwhelming the bow in the black of night. I remember a state of fear that seemed overwhelming as most of the boat's crew sat on the floor in the pooling water. We made it back to the dock in a boat very drunk on lake water. The next morning I woke up to my roommate yelling in the yard at the site of a sad looking vessel sitting on the bottom of the lake.