This week, I'm off. F' CROSS!
short of it.
Saturday I thought I sucked, my worst race this year. ....but I went real hard at the end,
and closed a gap of twenty seconds, hard, hard, I just miss nipping Mister Saint Clair
at the line. only one second,
I sucked saturday, I hate HPCX!!!
off the line so calm,
Curtis S. got caught in course netting, and downsided the hill, turtlting it.
I sat in second place with a good gap, grand in fact.
Then I went full speed into the sand and Bifffed it
and head strong hard eating a lot of sand.
Curtis and I raced it out from there.
I loved the course, I per-race memorized it, had it down
did all the K Cline's I knew.
and freaking ripped off one of my best
with a sprint out of the dirt to take second.
every lap, on the dirt mound corner on the backside of the tennis court part of the course I heard
a good voice, loud and bold.
what kinda cheer is that?!
big cold grass fall toes
tall mans arm pull leaf from tree
large cloud brows stroll sky
f cross, f you,
my thoughts will forget you
from my work this morning: