11/22/2003

last night was tough, i'm dealing with the facts that cross is over for me and that i need to take a break, but i heard that the weather down in denver/boulder was crappy and all i wanted to do was prep the bikes for a muddy day. sit down, breathe, remember that the new season isn't far off. the fact remains on my ride home last night i felt as though my lungs were cooked from the inside out, just fried. i could barely ride at a good pace up through town, just blown. maybe in the sickness that's been going through me and everybody else in colorado there is a bit of bronchitis. nothing else i've had feels like that. another week then it's back to the road machine. long slow miles, no real efforts until after the first of the year. little b was pissed at 4 am when he woke, not really understanding why he couldn't get a booby. the feedings are too frequent says the doctor, so that means less sleep for the rest of us. we all were pretty beat when it came time really wake up and go to work. number one just sat on the couch and watched as b got his lenses and then fell into him, hugging his head, jackson was having no fun, he looked very tired. but of course he let b hug him and talk to him. this morning i rode a new bit of singletrack, it makes the ride in a bit more interesting, nothing great just a steep little drop on a trail down to a lower road. it was cool in secret pre-dawn light, my little cateye doing just enough to point out the drops and bigger rocks. i didn't get to eat breakfast, i slept until 6 and had to leave straight away after contacts.

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