Why I Race

Donuts.

And friends. As Jimmy and I were warming up for The Wayne Scott Memorial race at Fair Hill yesterday, M and Naomi surprised us with donuts and good cheer. They were off to a mountain bike ride but stopped by with good wishes before heading out.

I heart my mountain bike girls.

I guess it's different for everyone, but for me, racing is 80% social and 20% about competition. Even while racing, it's important to cheer for the competition while trying to kick collective ass. Ass kicking with kindness. If you're not having fun, go home. Add your own platitude, but you get the idea.

Helmets off to the B girls who went to the line with the A girls yesterday. That took extra ovaries and you all fared well. I'm talking to you Christine and Katrina. Way to go!

And extra special hugs for the boy, who despite losing his pedal from his stripped crank, finished the race running. Check out his right pedal, which came off for the final time somewhere near the pit:

I played hookey from racing on Sunday, opting instead for a mtb ride in the Wiss with fellow Dirties Naomi, M, Bonnie and Robert, and of course, the boy. We spotted other dirty rotten crossers playing hookey, too. I hope that the Spring Mountain race was a success, and am sure Craig set up a great course.

It was a glorious day to just noodle around the woods and then eat Danish from the Night Kitchen. Yummy.

Off to take care of much-neglected business on the home front.