Truth be known, if I would have received the text one day earlier I would be sitting in a suite Friday night rocking out to Tool. I'm a sad, pathetic bike geek. Missing out on one badass rock concert to race for the weekend. Weak sauce. Very weak sauce.
I know I'm going hate myself for missing this concert to race. I know it.
I guess I will look at this blog, then remind myself what weak sauce I've become.
Sad, pathetic, loser of a bike geek. IM NOT LIKING MY DECISION ALREADY!
Bad thing is that I wanted to use this weekend as measuring tool to build upon for the following race I planned on hitting. The only thing stopping that is the fact that our fence needs to be worked on now. Unfortunately the schedule of the man isn't very open for me. One full weekend a month til CX season. That puts the bullet square on 4th July weekend. I hate my _______!
Really have the feeling of plenty of base. Just no top end. What's sad is you need ALL top end this weekend. At least I know I have an awesome beer in the fridge to rinse the pain, bitterness, and loathing. Rinse & repeat. Rinse & repeat.