I left teh Rocky Mountains 3 days early this summer in order to come home for a memorial service for a good friend of mine who died suddenly & unexpectedly at the age of 39. Myself and the rest of his friends were crushed…I feel cheated that I will never get to go climbing with him again, or drinking or running or just sitting around a campfire. I’m mad. But spending the weekend with my dear, old friends was wonderful. I couldn’t have gone through all of it by myself.
While tragic, it made me realize how much time I spend idle and unfocused. I’ve been far more optimistic thinking to myself, What would Mikey do right now? He wasn’t one to waste time with anything…always planning his next adventure.
Tonight I had a choice to race another crit or to do cyclocross practice. Since I always finish last in the crits, and every single moment is painful, I thought, why flagellate myself? Cross is fun, fast, requires skill and technique and practice.
I was one of 5 women there and about 15 men. For the most part we held our own and for 2 of the women, it was their first cross experience ever. I think they are bike shopping now.