This time last year I was getting amped up to race cyclocross in an effort to gain some fitness for one last season of racing on the road and track prior to Gavin being born and an indefinate bike racing/coaching hiatus. For my swan song I even got a bunch of 40+ men to don spandex zebra suits under the guise that they looked cool! They thought they did...but they didn't.
Clearly my plan was derailed. The irony is that even the day before the hip was broken I struggled to motivate myself to go for a ride. Instead I built a workbench. I was gaining weight; not losing it, and certainly not putting in the necessary base miles for my expectations. The broken bones and rehab zeroed out my odometer of perspective. All of it was merely build up to handle the Hell month that followed Gavin's delivery.
But Hell month is over and we are all home. Cyclocross season is just about to start and it is safe to say there will be no old men in Zebra print this fall. Even the young one is excited about that.
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