Oh. My. God.
So we had our cross race today.
For the team, it was successful. A ton of people (so a ton of money), a PA and an overall good scene.
It wasn’t successful for rear derailuers, however. I ripped mine off, as did Lipka, and I think at least ten other people.
The course was insanely muddy. I don’t think there is a word in existence in the English language that can quite describe the awful mixture of water, dirt and cow manure that I spent my day racing through and dealing with. You know how Eskimo languages have like 50 words for snow? Maybe in some culture that spends their entire lives dealing with mud will there be a word that can properly describe it. Sadly, I do not live in such a culture and as such am unprepared to write about in a properly descriptive way.
At anyrate, towards the end of the College A race carrying my bike over the barriers was a serious chore as it had gained about an extra 25 pounds of mud. So that was great. Before one set of barriers there was a puddle of soupy mud that splashed when you dismounted in it. It was completely insane and the most ridiculous thing in the history of my short cyclocross career.
So, I intend to deal with this by drinking tonight.
Oh, and my iPod has apparently died for no reason, so if you want to buy me a new one that’d be greaaaaaaat.
I just wanted to let you know that your music selection and speaker setup (those little bose things are amazing) was almost sweet enough to make me not totally hate that race course.
Almost.
I thought the mud was fun, not every day that you can play in the mud