What the hell? I just edited my myspace profile,and I hardly even use that thing,and it dawned on me I should just write all that crap in my blog. Then again, it is pretty much just silliness so I don't know that it is really worth my time to write here.
I made it to my first class of the day,which in and of itself was a big step up and lo and behold! I was even on time. Miracle of miracles. To make up for that craziness I managed to waste too much time on the internet in between classes and show up to my Russian class, oh, about 20 minutes late. Oops.
Today my neck is sore, and my legs,too, but mostly my neck.Cyclocross season is drawing to a close and part of me is saddened by that but part of me(the body part)is looking forward to not flying over my handlebars on a regular basis. I'm getting real good at "doing the Superman", and frankly I am not too down with that.
I got to meet the director of "Pure Sweet Hell" yesterday and he took a few pics of me in all my post race muddy glory(he was taking pics of lots of people so it wasn't like I was soem special case). I felt I had done myself proud in actually finishing the course, cos a. it was mudtastic and hence for me there were many spills, dabs, and needing to haul the bike around en pied and b. it was at Hillsboro Stadium, site of my first cyclocross race just a few weeks back,and I DNF'd cos of a technical. While some people don't agree with me on this one, I think not finishing a race cos of a techinical is ultra lame, because it isn't that you didn't have the spirit, it is just that your bike is scheming against you. Due to my novice status I had no idea what I was doing and didn't see the pit, didn't even think about the pit, until I got a flat and rode by it. So,since that first race was so bittersweet I vowed to come back for the last brouhaha and show the course I meant business. Of course what wound up happening couldn't really indicate that I was giving that course a beating.Still, I went out there and had a good time.I hear tell that is what really couonts.
I'm feeling slightly hollow these days in regards to many things. Affaires de l'amour for starters, but damn, sometimes things just get outta your hands. Until you remember that you don't need to let them. So, I'm trying to get back on track there. I live, I love, I get hurt in the process, but thats fine. Just like biking, you fall off, you get up,brush yourself off and get back on. If it hurts too much, take some time off, rest up, rejuvenate and then fucking go on a long ride. Or just a jaunt to the grocery store to get some icecream. Whatevs. The point is to not give up. Giving up is for the birds. I mean, you should know when to fold(if the cards aren't in your favor), but you should never give up.
On a positive note though I have met a kick ass gal that is awesome to goof off with, ride bikes with and talk, talk,talk.Her hubby is pretty aweseome,too,and hanging out with both of them is too much fun. They are gonna leave me in the Spring though to go live it up in France, but I must support this venture for two reasons: 1. I have no choice 2.I can go visit them in france!!! duh. To qoute my favortie Dutch guy,Pieter,"How cool is that?". Answer: Very.