As many of you have noticed (surprisingly), I decided not to race 'cross this weekend. Heck, I didn't even show up to watch! What's my deal?!!
Well, my deal is this: My body is still hurting from a black ice-induced fall last week, and I didn't feel like flogging my already-flogged body senseless racing 'cross. And honestly, I don't know if my back perpetuated this or not, I just didn't feel like racing. I didn't feel fast... and when I don't feel fast, it really doesn't make sense for me to blow fifty bucks on entry fees just to ride around in circles in the mud.
I was actually on my way out to watch the racing Saturday, and for some reason, I turned off and went for a ride alone instead. I don't think I was quite ready to have to reply to everyone that would have asked me why I wasn't racing. It's hard to go to an event and spectate when everyone expects me to participate, especially when I'm still bummed about making the call to not race.
Sunday, I went out at 8am with Chapman and MW for a more serene gravel road tour of roughly 65 miles. It was pretty good... in fact I felt quite a bit better than I did Saturday, so I was thankful.
Short week this week... and hopefully the weather will support a solid week of riding.