Muddy Mud Skipper

Last weekend was muddy. Muddy is fun. Like 6th grade fun. Some of my strongest memories of middle school are playing in the rain with my skater punk friends in creeks after school. I also remember holding back tears when I got detention for the first time for not doing my homework three times in a row in English. I didn't like doing homework in school. Adults don't do homework and they get paid to work, why should I, as a kid, do homework when I'm not even getting paid to go to school? That was my logic. I think.

Anyways, the race was great. Muddy and a little chilly. It was also a short course, resulting in 4 laps instead of the usual 3. So there was lots of this, as the day went on. I personally saw a face plant and another rider go over the handlebars in pretty much the same spot (both riders quickly recovered and remounted). I did not fall or crash. I almost did, quite a few times. Either because of someone in front of me falling, or because of the mud. Did I mention it was muddy in a couple of spots?

I placed 14th out of about 70 beginners. My best results yet. I'm in 34th out of about 80 or 90, over all for the season.

I've been training and hanging out with a friend and his new team. Last week I trained with them on Tuesday and Thursday on a grassy knoll right next to the lake, downtown. Both evenings of riding started with light rain and ended with a downpour. Thankfully the weekends have been dry in the sky. I'm hoping if I hang around these guys enough they'll invite me to join, but I'm fine with being "unattached". They do need a website, and I know how to make those...