Ouch.

Wow. I don't know where it went, but I want my last month back, dammit. I never thought I'd let an entire month pass without some variety of blog post going up. I have myriad excuses, but I'll admit I have terrible time management/impulse control issues. I hope to find some time to finish up the story I so graciously left everyone hanging on last month. I've been meaning to post this since fall break, last week. I guess this is what happens when you dig yourself in to a grind; blogging takes a back seat.

On the upside, I've spared you a month of blog posts with topics as far ranging as "I saw more road-kill today" to "Fuck cars!" Or the ever intriguing "Semi's scare the unholy-fucking-dog-shit out of me when they blast past around Mach 1" Only to be topped by "How many opossums can possibly live in this area relative to the number laying, squished, beside the painted lines?"

See, aren't you glad I didn't really post most of that? I am too, I really am.

This post needs meat. That is, of course, irony, since I don't actually eat meat. Much like tofu, or a portabella mushroom, I present to you content-like-substance.

The two of the last three weekends I've spent in the far-from-great state of Kentucky. Fuck that place. Seriously. I am not kidding. The first weekend, the Cincinnati UCI3 "festival" was alright. Three days of 'cross was pretty painful. Three days of sitting around the venue with nothing to do before my race was brutal. The courses sucked. The racers were strong, which meant I sucked. But, I guess I was supposed to take in the whole scene. I assume I was supposed to learn, what specifically, I have NO idea. Maybe I'll be able to apply some of the things I've allegedly learned at MSG this weekend.

Louisville was every bit as bad. The Saturday course was fucking terrible. If you were riding in a group of three or more there were seven dismounts per lap. ~1.5 mile laps with seven (7) dismounts. I told my boss I needed a pair of our cross country spikes instead of clipless shoes. Sunday was better; the promoters added distance and corners, to the course. With some proper recovery between foot sprints, the race was far more acceptable.

Despite ending on a good note, I am far, FAR, from impressed with the OVCX. I'm stoked beyond words to be back home for some Monosodiumglutimate (MSG ;)) action this weekend. I'm also ready for some collegiate CX action. The category-free SECCC races should be interesting to say the least. I just don't want to get lapped.