Just wasn’t feeling the love this weekend, so I chose to sit out on Barton CX race. Glad I did, too, as the carnage was unbelievable. Way too many nasty crashes. Several busted collarbones including Kenji-san, esteemed director of all of OBRAland, a cracked jaw, some split faces and a few popped ribs. Yakima racer DC not only busted his clavicle but to add insult to injury (and injury to injury) also got gravel rash in his *** crack. Yup. I think the other Yakibrahs made out fairly well. Joebama actually smiled. Dylan shaved his furry face. It turns out he does have a rather masculine jaw. Who knew?
Just to give you a sense of the wreckage.
And this one is very enjoyable too.
While everyone was going down, I was moving on up, choosing to schralp the gnarly plastic rocks at PRG. Starting to get into the rhythm now, and I love feeling my arms start to get stronger. Climbed with the über competitive and lovely Anita Dilles this afternoon and did about 5 pitches… Funny thing was I really didn’t feel my arms getting pumped or fatigued until the last climb, which is a good sign. It means I’m using my legs and my technique has improved even with sporadic practice. The shoulder is still a problem, but only certain positions. It’s evolving. I like to think it’s healing.
Getting ready to be gone at Breitenbush for a week again. This time I’ll be teaching teachers (the pressure is on). I expect to get a couple more climbs in before I leave, maybe a dirt ride on Saturday out at Syncline if it’s not horribly wet. One more Crusade race on my calendar if Janky gives the green light.
Got to enjoy the election fray at Green Dragon with Josh and Hillary. The place went mad, as most places did I’d imagine. All day today I felt both elated and this strange overwhelming sense of fatigue. I can only imagine it’s the wave of relief of letting go of so much anxiety around this election. I don’t think I’ve breathed right since the LAST election.
Thank you, people.
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