Tuesday, August 29, 2006
When visiting such places I can't help but feel a bit lost. I struggle to hold on to what is important to pay attention to and get caught up in the day to day bullshit. I can't help resenting the materialistic behaviors we all seem to have. Greed will destroy it all and it makes me feel lost. I hope views like this never die. God I sound like a hippie.
The mountain would soon be claiming this grin and exchanging it for a gasping expression of delirium. I shaved off an 1hr. and 11 min. of the pre race ride time and didn't belch bourbon once. The day before I was hoping to finish without crying, but things worked out fine. It was painful and fun. I raced clydesdale for the 1st time, raced the IF for the 1st time, and raced for the 1st time in 7 yrs. Verdict: Miss racing, nature and weighing 185. Peace.
Gettin ready to do some serious mountain bike racin in wild and wonderful West Virginia. Which ofcourse wouldn't be the same without a few pbr's and some Jack Danials. God knows I was sorry about the jack on the pre race ride on sat. Live and learn?