How incredible is it to be able to go out once a week, sharpen yourself into a point and cut into the deep, unpretty parts of your brain.
This is precisely why I love cyclocross so much. After sitting in a desk chair tapping a keyboard on the web for the past 15 years, I've found that getting onto a bike and into extreme oxygen debt for 45min each Sunday in the Fall is the most beautiful sort of pain and suffering possible and reminds me of what it feels like to be alive.
A Whole Lotta Nothing 
I love this philosophy. I’m a few per diem hours away from a cyclocross bike (having blown all my money on a road bike last year) but I can see the future… mud, knobby tires, and insanity. For now, the road bike will have to do.
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Our last race of the year is this Sunday. It’s been raining since yesterday and probably won’t stop until next week. And I am going to miss the hell out of this season when it’s over.
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Well said. The contrasts in life are important.
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