Its been an intense 2 weeks. Cascade was brutal (yet awesome) on a physical, mental and emotional level. Of course what race would ever be complete without a gnarly drive through the night (which we did on Sunday after the circuit race--at least I wasn't alone).
This week has been fraught with challenges...I ran into a pole with our limosienna, i.e. the hubs' baby. Not good. That would be the same pole I hit in the parking lot at work with my own car a year ago. This happened on the heels of something bad and expensive going wrong with my own car (a belt or something). Thank god for triple A. I have the anti-midas touch when it comes to cars.
There just comes a point where you say UNCLE and not get mad at yourself for finishing the pint of ice cream. You do what you need to do to get through it. And of COURSE these aren't even really problems. Everyone is safe, everyone is fine. Sometimes you just feel like you are pulling a C- in life, and that's been me this past week.
More to say about Cascade--which I'm thankful to have survived.
Back in the 801 for a week before heading to Charlotte, NC for race #4 of the USA Crits. Need to pull it together by then!
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