The 2012 Crusher is history. It would be easy to sit back and enjoy that fact. Take some time off. Alas, I’ll be racing again this Saturday at the Wasatch Back 50. 50 miles of dirt, 7,500 vertical, with the Crusher still aching the legs. What could possibly go wrong?
I suppose I’ll find out.
I’ve been looking forward to getting back on the mountain bike. In my Crusher-induced haze I’ve been riding my cyclocross bike almost exclusively for several weeks. I’m not complaining. I love riding that bike. But for the foreseeable future, I’ll be riding fat tires on singletrack, and that puts a big smile on my face.
It’s summertime in the mountains. Singletrack, late sunsets, and a race every weekend.
Life is good.