‘Cross is hard. And I like just how difficult it is. But I’m not exactly excited about how slow a learner I am proving to be. Although that’s not altogether surprising. But nonetheless, I feel like I ought to be improving week after week. Instead, I think I’m going backwards.
Saturday’s race in the driving rain and oil-slick mud was a blast. Messy, slippery, and cold. In fact, the entire scene was a mud-speckled episode of grip-it-and-rip-it. That is, visiblility was almost nill. And so the only option was to hold on tight, and pray to stay upright. I managed to keep the muddy side down, but still finished utterly covered in greasy goo. It was fantastic. And yet, I was frustrated.
I think I’ve got the legs to finish up the road a few spots. Maybe I really don’t. But until I learn the game, I’ll never find out.
Back to the drawing the board.