Mixed Feelings

Sunday I went to another 'cross race. I brought my bike and gear, but didn't end up riding because I was cold and, let's be honest, intimidated.* But while I was checking out the course I started talking with another woman racer. Two weekends ago was her first 'cross race too and she proudly confessed that she came in dead last. She raced with one of the Chicago teams and said that before this she had been doing Ironman triathlons. I can't remember now why she switched from Ironmans to cyclocross racing but she said 'cross was kicking her ass and triathlons were way easier. Of course, since I didn't come in last in the last race, this made me feel great; perhaps I too could race in an Ironman.

Anyway, the point is 'cross racing is fun and if you get a chance you should try it.


This morning I woke up early and then went back to sleep and had a horrible dream. I won't go into details but the best part about it was the spider crawling up my arm. It was set mostly in my grandma's bathroom and let's say I was working through some identity issues.





*I also came home sick, but at the time I couldn't tell if my throat was sick-sore or sore from yelling so much while ringing a cowbell.