Yesterday precisely. Went to check on Rochester results, and of course i went to crossreults first.
And then noticed that sometime between when I last checked and then that Midnight ride's results were posted. I'd been checking and checking so I could upload the Flickr Album link, but then gave up looking and forgot about it.
And then I looked at the points I picked up there. Oof. Yeah it isn't pretty. Certainly is what I deserved for absolutely doing everything wrong. My head wasn't there for many reasons, one of which recently hit harder. Talking with Joy about her step-dad and seeing her IG post this morning saying he'd passed. And she didn't have the chance to go say goodbye in person.
Thoughts of being gone have crept up more and more. I need to be better at working at "not my problem" but i also struggle with not wanting to be more of a problem. Anyway, it hit pretty close to home in a lot of ways. This, with her loss, then I finished reading book two and saw the little inscription and well fuck that caused me to lose it even more. Well. Life. It is what we've got. Also, BTW, I picture CFox as the lead character in those books. Not sure why but somehow he's the person I'm putting into that story.
David V mentioned I look like I've got my shit together. Then I realized people say I look good racing. It bugs me because I don't feel good. But that's been consistent. maybe I look good but man do I suck lately. It is tough. Esp since I'm not doing everything I can to be as fast as I could be. But I'm also not doing all that because I've made other choices and have to remind myself about them. Sure I have been creating art in some people's eyes, taking photos. I commute to work most everyday, I cook food I have worked hard to raise my kids, I really try not to be an asshole but fail so miserably when I do fail... But somehow people have said I look good, or it looks like it is good.
Looks are deceiving. I've been on stage enough, I've had to work hard to act a part of being normal, have been forced to hide my true self for a long time, so long that I'm good at not showing the fuck up I am.
My back is currently fucked, couple reasons but the lack of hitting the trails on the singlespeed have made it worse, getting the double vax and getting wrecked by it and not sleeping normally with two painful shoulders was the other. But the MTB usually fixes this exact issue.
I took an aleve last night and it's mostly not hurting today. Kind of.
Watched this over lunch.
https://youtu.be/Gxr0f7PRj0g?si=2jVfw8J5zIxy98ZD
Big production value but also important shit.
Chatted with Marc T at the end of the commute. Caught him, which was weird. Esp me riding the Singlespeed Surly.
He made the point that none of the mid-pack or slower guys keep racing. Only the top, the pointy end does. Looking at the lead lap of the 50+ race in CX... I dunno, not sure I can even come close to not getting lapped. would be lucky not to get lapped twice. But then, what else should I expect?
I haven't trained for CX, I've barely ridden. I bought a new road bike and have really only done a TT, a long ride and a handful of smackdowns.
And the crank on the CX bike and the Road bike are both under the recall and if they start delaminating.debonding there's no replacement, we all know what happens when I run 177.5 cranks. It doesn't work for me. Why? No one can tell me. Few even can wrap their head around it enough to hazard a guess.
I just don't know what anymore, what to do, obviously still haven't found the CX Mojo, or a muse.
Foot's still feeling less than 100% so I didn't go for a walk in the rain with the camera, maybe the ride home will present a scene worthy of exposing a few frames of film.
I just don't know. Do I hire a coach? Have someone write a plan? we've gone through this before. I know what needs to be done, and given that I don't have a power meter or a functioning trainer (fine I have the ancient cyclops but that's not great), i might as well just write myself a plan, it'll be as effective. or what? fuck it just ride bikes.
dunno
really... dunno...
But hey AMOR FATI MOTHERFUCKERS
the show must go on, and I must prepare myself for a ride home in the rain.
heddwch
G