First I had the opening lap of my life at Town Hall Cross a month ago, climbing St. Luke's staircase within spitting distance of some super fierce ladies. And then I went boom real fast, landing me on crutches for 10 days (including attending a conference for work all gimped out). For 5 weeks, I swapped bike racing for bike race groupie-ing.
Which was an interesting way to learn that cross is all about the bike, but it's not about the bike.
It's about road trips:
It's about bushwacking and number-stapling and putting a little back into the back side of a race (Albany is now Philly's sister city of cyclocross):
It's about having your teammates forgive you when you accidentally leave their spandex at the following laundromat in Connecticut during a snowstorm in October:
Also, it's about the SWAMP THING:
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