work to do.

race number 1 (wors 2) is in the books and all i have to say is that i have work to do. lets be clear about the biggest lesson re-learned: mountain biking is hard, especially when your mountain bike time has been limited. any bike time for that matter, the past few weeks have seemed rough in terms of logging the miles. lesson number 2: i'm still missing my killer instinct. the first lap was a slow death march because i was starting at the back end of a large wave. no worries, my marked riders were around me at the start of lap 2 so that was good. but, on laps 2 and 3 i was lacking the confidence to drop some riders i should have. i let people dangle just off my wheels until lap 4 when i ran into some...uh...problems. the clunking of robin's fork was in the back of my mind. towards the end of the race i was trying to keep weight off the front of the bike and that caused me not one but two crashes that allowed a lot of people to pass...including ron. he should beat me sometimes...he is much better technically than me. but not on a climbing course. oh well, this game i'm playing isn't for pay so acknowledge and move on.

i had a lot of fun...i'm glad i'm riding comp...fat tire beer is good. and it was great to see everyone again. we really do have a good team...everyone was there at the end exchanging battle stories and beers. nice work all.

my new bike is awesome. i rode over a few curbs last night and, without doing any fine adjustments, the bike just floated. the weight i'm gaining with it will be more than negated with the speed i'll be able to carry over the rough stuff not to mention the reduction of wear and tear. i have an upgrade stem and bar combo coming in the mail (thomson, easton ec70). that and some schwalbe tires and i'm ready for battle.

oliver was a good boy at his debut race. he really did a great job, meeting tons of people and dogs and bikers. i read somewhere that by 12 weeks your puppy should have met 100 people. well, we got that yesterday...and he is 12.5 weeks. between the car and home, he slept for 11 hours last night and he was still groggy this morning. he is a good boy.

robin leaves for california this week. i'm a little depressed about that. and jealous...she'll get 8 hours of sleep (at least) for a week straight. not to mention that she will be in our favorite city. if it wasn't for our pup, i'd be there too but it just seems too early to leave him. mostly for our sake, i don't want him picking up bad habits that will haunt us through his adolescence. maybe i'm paranoid?

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