Early before the all day rain. It looked good until about 10 am, then it went pear-shaped.
My neurosis grows. Fall isn’t far off and I feel optimistic and slow at the same time. I can’t see the results even though I’m not looking for them. The more I try to be calm and normal the snowball gains speed and mass and focuses 100% on the first start of the year. The other races are so much fun with so little pressure that idea of cross, there I said it, CROSS, gets me beyond excited. I know what to do, I just have to arrive there calm (relatively) focused. Not stressing about every single detail and every misstep leading up to number 1. Get the shit together now and don’t worry about the rest of the year. Ride the bike. Be happy, there are worse things to be concerned about. Which, I know is bullshit. On the line it all comes down to tunnel vision.
Quietly pushing through what I know I shouldn't do, cheating in a way the route I know I should take but it's easier to not change direction, a month into the rehab and I'm still not a quitter. Needs are met only on one side, the other side suffers. That's the best part, the numbers are there. No need to listen to the bad side when the good is rolling well. The engine is tuned we'll see what the rest of the system allows.
Every action has a reaction, today it was pedaling at dawn the reaction was tired-ness all afternoon, dragging my ass out of bed at 5 am in favor of time in the woods. Ducking into the woods and out to treeline. Drop down in time to see a thoroughly uneventful, neutralised stage on the Tourmalet. WTF? 70 km to the line from the top of the 3rd most storied climb in the history of The Tour? Show a little respect.
What was once woods is now clearcut. It was a sweet section of snaky trail, now it's avoid the stick in your wheel. Either way it was nice to ride alone on the way in and with friends on the way out. Superfly Single couldn't suit me better. Floating up, dancing down.