Choice

I've been mulling over the last couple of days of what to say about last Sunday's cross race. It was a pretty good race for me. Not spectacular as I was laking a little snap in the legs after pacing Podium Boy up to Jamestown the day before, but a good measured effort non the less.


I've also been thinking about a lot of different things related to cyclocross lately and why I do it. As mentioned in the past, it's Dan's fault and I put all of the blame of my cross addiction squarely on his shoulders.




Cyclocross is just a microcosm of life. A lot of hard work that results in some good days, some bad, and others somewhere in between. However, one thing that remains constant is that each time after I go out and suffer, I always try to end with a smile on my face.

To my partners in crime, THANKS for bringing cross into my life and your continued energy in making it what it is today.

Photo's courtesy of THE GLOVER.