A new 'leg' has begun: The DIA to San Jose leg. I will make 1K this year through my DIA and SFO trips...now adding in with SJC.
1K is not a badge of honor. It's for whiny fat guys with blue tooth devices sticking out of their heads. 'Not me'. But I'll take those 1-C upgrades every time, thank you.
I dunno how I do it every year. By 'it' I mean manage the three-part-teeter-totter. I'm gonna do it again. I think. Somehow I need to be there for the fam, be there for the biz and get in the training and racing. I'll crack someday, but for now, I am more fearful of letting it all fall through the cracks. I think I'll adversely handle the stress of not trying to manage it all....rather than simply managing it all.
But please come visit me when I have my first myocardial infarction. Bring beer.
So this new leg I will be traveling frequently to San Jo which is to work from our new offices on the Central Coast, in my old haunts of Santa Cruz. Well, Scotts Valley to be precise. Bombing down CA-17 today reminded me of the countless times I came over this pass for 'cross races down in Felton, Aptos, Watsonville...you name it. I've great friends here and am looking forward to doing the Tuesday lunchtime rides with the crew in Santa Cruz.
Day by day I'm gonna keep thinking about the Fall. It's hard to resist the beers when the stress comes in like waves. More like Tsunamis. I'm going to do my best to pin it again this Fall. Can I get one more try in? Somehow be at the pointy end. To be proud of myself. I expect no one to care or understand. We've all our own drama. Our own crosses to bear to make it happen. Respect to you that get it done.