'Tis the season to be....bruised.
A right of passage every August for a decade. The cyclocross practice drills begin in these doggishly hot days of summer. The tender wussiness of my collarbone blossoms into a sort of violet hue as I repeat the motion...
Bike on, bike off. Bike on, bike off. Bike on, bike off.
Over and over again. I love it. The kids think I am crazy as I do this stuff after work in the driveway as they play nearby.
Bike on, bike off. Bike on, bike off. Bike on, bike off.
But it's here. The season's falling fast upon us. The chatter is loud over the interwebs about people's cross dreams...
Better season. Improvement. Smoother. More fun. Go to Nationals. Trying tubulars. Lighter bike. Losing weight. Buying cowbells. Wife's first season. Kids first season.
All these are plucked from threads I've read. The wave is here. The frequency is fever pitched and the leaves haven't even begun to think about their transition yet. I love so much how my body feels when I ask it to remount and my foot finds pedal. I will never, ever be old with that feeling.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009 at 10:30PM
Reader Comments (2)
Perfect timing! Did my first practice last night. I can not wait for October! Bought a new cowbell. Reading through my old cyclocross mags. Got a new bike that is almost 4 lbs lighter. Stoked! Keep it rolling Greg. Cheers
When do you folks start ?
For us it's September 6th... one month to go.
Keep going,
Michel