It's the bell lap for the '09 cross season. One race to go, not counting the silliness of the Bilenky Junkyard Cross race or the Tussle at the Trestle.
Although chagrined that it's almost over, my body seems on the verge of utter collapse. I dropped out of Phelps after two laps. My brain wasn't in the race and my body quickly followed. I can count on my hand the number of races that I've dnf'd in over the last 20 years so I don't feel too bad about it.
Still.
Hopefully, the last race of the year at Reston this weekend will prove fast and fierce. I'd sure like to end the season on with a bang rather than a whimper.
Dream Big
1 comments:
Agreed, I'd like to leave it feeling like I did my best and gave everything I had left--it's 9 more months before I can do it again! What always weirds me out this time of year is that there are all these friends that I have seen nearly every weekend for the last 3 months that I won't see for 9.
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