Better

This blog is MY place to vent. As soon as I wrote my post below, all angst was released. I felt better.

A friend sent me a rad text that made me cry a little:
...feel that inner anger bubble up and use the fury to explode on the bike. you gotta feel that buried pain from childhood, use your adversity those other girls don't have, it will make you propel beyond them soon.

Will I do better in next race? I hope to. That's all I can do.

I sure am kicking Dominic's ass on the road bike, if that means anything. He has lost a lot of cardiovascular fitness. All he does is flatland these days. He's prepping for a contest in Indy in January.

I am going to continue to be that girl who races on a POS. I'm over that temper tantrum too. You all didn't even get to hear about that. Poor Steven (Zanne's husband), he had to see me right as I was boohoo'ing about the ten year old girl with zipps and sram red. WTF. SILLY and LAME of me. I need to get the fuck over that right now. It's about being out there and racing and having fun and feeling some pain.

One of these races will be muddy, I swear.

My Drunk Cyclist jersey made a debut at USGP last weekend.



Halloween will be fun - a CX race in Louisville in the morning, and then we're passing candy out in the 'hood that night. I haven't passed candy out in 6 or 7 years. We love all the kids around here so we just decided to go ahead and do it this year since it falls on a day we're both off work.

Gun CX is the week after Halloween which will be a fun race. I am working the race and Dominic will be serving up Belgium beer from the Dilly Cafe. Should be a fun day.