Friday, September 5, 2014

Friday stuff...

On Cyclocross:
I spent the better part of this morning's therapy appointment talking about racing (particularly, cross). I haven't raced cross since...2011? That was a while ago.
2014 was to be my big comeback (and I say that somewhat in jest, as the last time I raced, my results and attitude were less than stellar).
As luck would have it, my summer and training went to shit after a chain of unexpected events and I've reconciled with that.
It's fine.
Cross can wait (or can it??)...will Granogue be back next year? {sigh}
I've always been encouraged/impressed/motivated by the fact that women can (and do, indeed) get stronger with age within this sport.
So, yay, for that, as I'm not getting any younger.
Maybe my best years of racing are still ahead of me.
Maybe I've peaked and will find myself downgrading and hanging on just for fun...
Maybe maybe maybe...time will tell.
I thought about going up to Nittany, cowbell in hand,  to watch my dad and peers race tomorrow, to ring in the new season as a spectator and supporter.
That's that.

Max got on the school bus and I took Maeve for her first dip in the Brandywine.
Exploring the river was one of my favorite things to do with Max when he was her age (20 months now...holy shit) and as it turns out, the excitement of the river is every bit as joyous for my little girl.
As soon as we reached the rocky little shore, she bounded right into the shallow water, clapping and smiling and repeating, "yay" and "wow!"
We held hands and waded downstream until the water reached her belly, then we turned around and threw stones and chased leaves.
It made for a fun and tiring morning.
As I buckled Maeve back into her carseat after our little adventure, I had a distinctly strong vision/recollection of my mom in that same parking lot, summer of 2012.
I was pregnant with Maeve and had wrapped up a kayak outing with my dad...I remember my mom watching, waving from the trail adjacent to the parking lot as we heaved the boats back to her car.
"Any calamities?" She joked.
I almost didn't tell her about dumping myself into the drink, getting tangled and bruised during a fruitless battle with a tree and some rushing water.
Of course, I told her, though and of course she was like, "Kimberly!!"
These little recollections and reflections make me smile and laugh, especially the ones that may have otherwise been buried in the innocuous recesses of my memory.

It's Friday.
The MAC kicks off another season this year.
Shit happens.
Good luck, MAC brothers & sisters...kick some goddamn cross ass.

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