Don't Call It A Comeback

The blog machine has been getting rusty. It's hard to get it started up again without some kind of major overhaul. I don't know how well I tuned this blog up, so please bear with the random squeaks, squawks, and typos. I'm only a cyclist after awl.

Like many cyclists in the mid-Atlantic, I opened up my cyclocross season with Charm City Cyclocross. The course was rockin'. It featured a staircase run-up, sand pits, off-camber sections and plenty of pain. Oh God was that painful. I looked retarded. We all did. After the race, I was afflicted by The Hunger. Miss Piggy, Pumpkin Boone, and I packed up and headed to Golden West Cafe for some Sunday brunch. They have a pretty good variety of southwestern food, including various plates of huevos, pancakes, and burritos. I watches as a table of Baltimore hipsters were served and a few had ordered the same thing: The All-American Burrito. I knew I had to get one. It was ground beef (essentially burger patties), sauteed onions, rice, and jack cheese wrapped in a giant tortilla about one and a half times the size of a Chipotle burrito, then smothered in mushroom gravy, then topped with an egg sunny-side up. It. Was. Phenomenal. I housed that burrito and a Bloody Mary and raced home to beat an impending food coma. As you can plainly see, I survived the trip despite the insane Maryland drivers and have just woken up from my nap. This season is going to be a good one.


My predictions for this year's 'cross season are:

- There will an 18% increase in pain
- My tolerance for post-race alcohol will decrease dramatically to the point where I will no longer be able to drive myself to and, more importantly, from races.
- I will gain 5 lbs in post-race frites. YUM.
- 'Cross Eyed as a race/blog meme will be make its seasonal return and possibly be tattooed with a 46-tooth chainring onto the body of some poor soul. Alcohol will be involved.
- I will not be cold this year. I will be putting the final touches on my winter riding arsenal with a few more key pieces and souped-up embrocation. Pneumonia on the other hand is a distinct possibility.