I love cross.
The glint of the low rising sun in the morning, nervous, trying to find calming thoughts, the proper, focus.
I was going really good at Sly Fox, handling spot on, legs, lungs, mind, focused.
The cheers, loud cheers, fans, beers, hearing my name over the PA, it cracked me up,
racing, it broke me into a smile.
I feel aglow, wind burnt, I had a blast, given it a go.
Almost a perfect day.
Friday night, I was a bit worn, run down, by the season.
Today, tonight, I feel ready, to go.
thanks Sly Fox, despite my broken chain, I had a blast, good cyclocross friendship, racing, beer, bumps, bruised love.