Muddaaay!

As in, "It's so muddy, it's muddaaaay!"

I should have brought my snorkel to the Capital Cross last Sunday. I was pretty much swimming in mud. I also took a dip in the creek to clean off my bike post-race. It had snowed the day before and we got about 4 inches of wet snow that turned to ice overnight. Racing at 11am gave the ground an opportunity to thaw and gave me an opportunity to make a mockery of myself yet again on a muddy, technical course. Goddamn I suck in the mud. "Smooth" is apparently not in my vocabulary and apparently "run-up" is translated as "pitifully hobble up like a pathetic gimp" when you're me and subjected to 40-degree weather. I felt like crap the entire time, which I guess is the point. Yeah. Sure. I had plenty of "fun". There's plenty of "fun" I'm still trying to get off my bike, out of my clothes, and from inside my ears, nose and eyes. I might dive into the world of tubulars next season. It's been a while since I got f'd up on glue fumes.

But now it's the off-season! While I enjoyed racing 'cross, it will be nice to spend the weekend drinking beers. That's right. Beers. Plural. This is significant because during 'cross season whenever I would have any alcoholic beverage over the weekend, it was usually after a race and I was more often than not exhausted and dehydrated to the point of delirium. This led to instant hangovers, something I would usually dismiss at the time. I would just pretend everything was fine, part of my "sack up and drink(!!!)" mentality that I developed in high school. Needless to say, it didn't work well back then and it didn't really work well during 'cross season. So despite having tons of fun racing in the dirt and enjoying the laid back atmosphere of the 'cross scene, I'm happily returning to my other favorite pastime: drinking my face off.

On the flip side, the road season isn't that far off. I am psyched!