Wednesday, September 30, 2009

this week's quotes of note

"I hope you don't feel as crappy as you look." "I got 72 views on my match.com profile since Friday." "I want a little sister. Or a big sister. Can you get me one?"

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Whirlybird Silver

Whirlybird Cross Presented by Guy's Racing: Chatting with Rockstar Anne at the line, I decided today's sentiment was, "Kick your own ass..." With a week between the opening races, there was plenty of time to reflect/gush/ruminate/obsess...my game plan was a simple one: Suffer dearly, suffer hard. The field had an interesting dynamic...many unfamiliar faces and (I'll say it-) a little attitude on the grid. (seriously?)... Nerves quickly gave way to a whole new confidence as I dug in & grabbed the hole shot...led the first lap all the way to the road, then fought like hell to stay firmly in 2nd. 3 notable missteps (clipped my pedal on the first short steep by the pines, crashed out in the gravel, and bobbled on the backside hill) didn't cost me much, if anything I gritted my teeth and pushed myself even harder. Hearing my name, hearing the words, "Stand up! Accelerate through the turn...Get into a harder gear NOW!" (thanks, Faticus, from the bottom of my pummeled heart)...Friends, family, teammates (teammates!) yelling and cheering was what pushed me through & made me try harder today. Out there in no man's land with nasty wind & a bloody knee, every burst of encouragement counted...BP (2nd in 55+ today) was hollering through the spiral, Colin was cheering from the pits...I heard it all today. So. Suffered dearly, suffered hard. Now I am somewhere between cross buzz and cross headache...all cozy and clean after a salt soak & hot tea. Mmmmm...it's gonna get colder soon.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

double-crossed (the aftermath)

Three days following the MAC opener, I find myself immersed in the season... reflecting on two solid efforts (not exactly stellar, but respectable nonetheless), I was thinking all things cross: Monday at work while sterilizing instruments and prepping teeth for a bonding Tuesday in the car, listening to Radiohead Wednesday on the bike, trying with all my might to hang onto BP's wheel during interval #3 (and to be honest, pretty much every waking moment in between...) No cross dreams, though. yet.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Double-Crossed (this is really not a race report)

Day One (Nittany cross): 12th Day Two (Charm City): 12th Charm City was so much fun today...the charge & the pluck were there, the legs pulled through after being pummeled at Nittany, and I fell in love with cross all over again. Yesterday...well, no need to brood, but... At the line, stress was written all over my face (ask Monkey) & my last thought before the whistle was, "I don't have to finish this if I don't want to..." (ewww, Kim)...not the right attitude. I knew I was going to have a hard time focusing. And that's all I really want to say about yesterday. After a great night's sleep, flubbing the directions to Baltimore, surveying only half the course, and perhaps the crappiest warm-up ever, I was happy to ride a clean, fast race...what a physical and clever course. Most of all, it was lovely to see all the familiar cross faces...I've been missing this!

Monday, September 14, 2009

CAUTION CAUTION CAUTION CAUTION CAUTION

somewhere in the middle of fitful bouts of crappy sleep last night, there was a blurry dream divided into paths of yellow caution tape, spirals of caution tape, plastic stakes, wooden stakes, grass that made me sneeze and ruts of choppy mud...hmmm, wonder what that was all about... couldn't have anything to do with all the daydreams streaming through my head Wednesday to Wednesday to Wednesday (practice practice practice)...PVC pipes and Bikereg and the Black & Blue (will my kit fit will my kit fit?) and new chains and shifting like butter and a familiar bruise on my right shoulder (ahhh, right where it ought to be) and a brand new canister of HEED and running up steep hills and organizing gear and taking inventory of tires and making extra cash at the shop and pairing up gloves and armwarmers and travelling with BP and digging out booties and weaving through pine trees and avoiding the "confirmed riders" list and playing with tire pressure and putting summer clothing away and LCD Soundsystem and dusting off the cowbells and the starting grid and stretch of road and a hairpin turn and getting my legs ripped off and trying to glide across sand... and being immersed in the brother/sisterhood that is the MAC ... I can't freaking wait!!

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Blahg-ing

Sometimes, the Blog (capital B, yep) meanders its way into everyday conversation (though, I am loathe to ever bring it up myself) and incites a little well of anxiety deep in the pit of my stomach. Especially when I hear: "So, I read on your blog..." "I saw on your blog that you blah blah blah recently..." "But, on your blog you blah blah blahed about blah blah blah" Mostly, I'm surprised...like, "You read that??" Or, "YOU read that?" Then I'm all, "hmmmm..." Sometimes, I even have to defend the Blog (although, it's hardly rife with controversy or juicy gossip...I mean, come on, I'm not Dooce for crying out loud)... Sometimes, I have to be like, "No, silly, that wasn't about you..." or, "Are you kidding? No, that's not at all what was stressing me out." Sometimes, I want to lash out and spew and name names. But, I'm not going to name names or throw stones...I'm just going to pedal really hard in circles until I feel like puking...and in a few weeks, I'm going to pedal really hard in circles marked with yellow caution tape (hopefully elbow to elbow or wheel to wheel) until I feel like puking. Nearly every weekend til December. Because that's what seems to work the best for me.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

oh, puh-leeeeze!

I'm healthy again and sleeping fantastically...normal, solid, consistent all-night-kind-of-sleep. On the other hand, I am right back at square one all over again...in many ways, nothing has changed since this time last year. In many ways, everything has changed. So, the push-pull is killing me these past few weeks...as silly as it sounds, cross practice affords me a huge break from the buzz and the worry and the big stuff that I am trying to handle gracefully. I did see two films recently... (500) Days of Summer...loved it. Was heartbreaking. Ponyo...loved it. Giggled a lot.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

practice makes (almost) pukey

there's no eloquent way to put it... sorry. Practice Number Three took place at the Tedious Park (with the uninspiring scenery, powerlines & plentiful obstacles)... Practice always yields one amazing constant: My worries completely cease. Every single time, every single one of them. Nothing else in my life is quite that powerful in that regard... lap after grueling lap...

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

catchy

Here is the current list of songs my son never fails to request while we are in the car, playing Playdoh at the kitchen table, or hosting impromptu Dance Parties in the living room: (in no particular order): Lovecats- the Cure (groan...again?) Stray Cat Strut- Stray Cats Buffalo Soldier- Bob Marley "The Scooby Doo Song" (which means alternately, depending on his mood, "Rapper's Delight"- , "A-Punk" or T-Rex's "Jeepster") Strange Overtones- David Byrne "The Force Song" (which is actually, "Don't Stop Til You Get Enough"- Michael Jackson) Hollaback Girl- Gwen Stefani (when will the novelty of "that's my sh*t, that's my sh*t" wear off? Never, apparently...) Crazy- Gnarls Barkley (and he almost peed his pants when I showed him their VMA Star Wars themed performance on Youtube..."Chewbacca is playing DRUMS, mom!!!") ...Imagine my surprise when I heard him softly singing, "She wears high heels, I wear sneakers..." while he was setting up his GI Joes & Wolverines for battle this evening. Taylor Swift???!! Seriously? (disclaimer- I recognized it IMMEDIATELY only because I probably hear it no less than FOUR times a day at the office...where he picked it up is a mystery to me)