I (heart) my cross bike

Today was my first ride on my cross bike since that god-awful, mud-slogging, pumpkin-bashing, grass-and-mud slop fest of a race out at Kruger's Farm. It was by far one of the best rides I've had in a long time. I could tell that I hadn't ridden that bike for a week and a half but my muscles did a good enough job of reminding me. Oh, and not to mention the fact that it was a crystal-clear day outside in which I was able to see all 4 of the mountain surrounding Portland when I woke up. That fact alone made it a great day.

Ok, this post is all over the place so while I'm at it let me just mention that I'm getting really sick of school work. It know, it's only one more week of classes and then finals but I'm tired of doing all the work on "group" projects.

Anyway, enough of that. Life is pretty good; as a side-note: Operation Save Face (if you don't know what it is you don't need to) Attempt 6 (?-I lost count anymore) was not a complete failure but yielded the same result as all previous attempts: nothing negative yet nothing positive. Sometimes it's better just knowing one way or the other isn't it?

Life is still going full throttle but I wouldn't have it any other way now would I? Cyclocross season is over this coming Sunday so it's almost time to transition into lame-ass, don't-get-me-muddy-I-have-an-expensive-bike, road training season. I'm going to miss cyclocross a lot.