Yet another blog about bike and stuff and the life that revolves around them. And other stuff.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
A few weeks ago I was getting the heebie-jeebies about the looming cyclocross season. Deep down inside, a secret part of me was dreading the upcoming races.
Yeah, I know. Blasphemy, right?
I tried to ignore that. But I kept returning to those feelings and thought I'd better take a good look and see if I could figure out what was going on.
Well I guess it was just that. Heebie-jeebies. Because once Alpenrose hit, it was like falling off a cliff and discovering that you can fly. Not that I was actually flying at Alpenrose. More like slogging. But you get the idea.
Adam Myerson has a little feature over on bicycling.com that sums up the ineffable nature of cyclocross pretty well. (Disclaimer: I'm not a big fan of Mr. Myerson. He did a lot of skeevy whining on the DVD "Transition" and I followed him on Twitter for a bit and then just had to stop. Bleah.)