two cross dreams in one night:
1) I am racing Town Hall cross with all the usual suspects, except it's nighttime and the barriers are head-high...wtf??! I approach the barriers and dismount, dejected...everyone is laughing at me.
2) Whirlybird...it's super muddy. I've forgotten my kit and I'm racing in my jeans. The starting grid is two lanes wide. Two lanes. We are called up, two by two. I'm next to Diane Vettori (hi, Diane)...she gives me an extra pair of gloves she just happens to be holding. I may be wearing jeans, but at least I have some sweet gloves to race in.
Again, it's nighttime.
Cross dreams...appropriate this time of year, I suppose. My cross bike is literally gathering dust.