The frustration continues… I will begin this post with a declaration of my love for this sport. I am, without a doubt still having fun. Why the oddly out of place announcement? Because if I’d said this after my post … Continue reading →

You go out, you do your best and the universe shits on you. The last number on my bib is 9. So far this season a lucky number, but today it placed me second the last. The folks in dead … Continue reading →

This should be brief. My lungs are thrashed, I’m coughing and sound like I’ve just recovered from a 2 week long chest cold. I recently finished shoveling down a home made chicken burrito and fell asleep on the couch listening … Continue reading →

A complete and utter disappointment. Everything started off well enough. I rode to the venue and felt nice and warmed up. I ate well all day and brought my new secret pre-race combination. My number ended in “9″ which put … Continue reading →