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 fly-over.
The dirt section by the waterfront.
Richard Fries on the mic.
Watching the elite women stage during their call-ups.
Georgia Gould.
Mo Bruno Roy.
The plywood plaque/trophy.
The mud.
The mud the mud the mud.
My bike.
Big smiles.
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...
inactivity is.
1 comment:
Ooof. This resonates all too well. Hang in there -- you will be back before you know it. THinking of ya.
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