Every time I fell asleep last night, I was greeted with terrifying nightmares.
All. Night. Long.
As I lay awake, my thoughts turned to cyclocross...specifically, the Mercer Cup of years ago.
The dirt section by the waterfront.
Richard Fries on the mic.
Watching the elite women stage during their call-ups.
Mo Bruno Roy.
The plywood plaque/trophy.
The mud the mud the mud.
I need to get back on a bike.
I need my tail bone to not hurt like this and I need to feel athletic again.
Baby girl is not the cause of my bedtime woes...