Give Thanks

My first CX season is done.  How could I have let those last three races slip through my lazy fingers.  Out of town for a couple, and on injured reserve for the last.  But it was more than that.  I lost the drive at the end of the season.  Shorter days, family commitments, but mostly me.  I still raced a lot more than I had planned on, and now I have lots of room for improvement next year.

The best thing about not being able to race at the states this year was that I got to watch all the boyz in my class do battle.  The course looked brutally good and it seemed to play a large part in the outcome of the races throughout the day.  I watched the start from up on the hillside and saw Faia just dart out across the parking lot.  He was on a mission from god... or someone.  Its strange how from a distance it doesn't look like anybody is actually working that hard.  Just figures rolling easily across the frozen tundra.

We know otherwise.  After 45 minutes in the ring of fire, Faia rolled a tire, Baker took a flyer way off the front, and the rest of the gang just dug deep, crashed hard, and did what they could.  I was shooting the race, but got so caught up yelling and screaming that the shots don't do justice to the suffering that was going on.

And Webber!!!   If you were there you saw it, if you weren't, you should have been.  What a great race between two good friends and teammates!  Great to see Keller just losing his shit in the pits as his two homeboys dropped the field.

What a great ending to an epic CX season on the front range.  Lots of good CX weather made it extra special.  Thanks to all the people that make these races happen.  Thanks to everyone who gets out there and race.  Thanks to all the guys in my class who welcomed me into the field and taught me to suffer again.  I look forward to more next season!