Mariachi Musings

*I wonder if I have SAD. Just a few days of sunshine therapy and I feel like my regular self again. Aaaaahhh

*It always feels so weird going to work after a crazy weekend of bike stuff. Like an alternate universe or something. I don't even feel like the same person sometimes.

*Mountain bike racing is haaaaaard. Its been so long that I forgot. But its fricken hard.

*Nothing against Santa Marians, but you can put that town on the list of places I don't want to live.

*A full Mariachi band can wake you up out of a food coma real quick.

*My mom is one of those gringas that always asks the Mariachi to play "La Cucaracha" Except she calls it "The Kooka-racha".

*Are you kidding me with all the wildflowers right now?

*I'm a wheezer now. Don't know if those little PEs did some damage, because I've always been a quiet breather. Even when I wasn't in shape. Ask Laura. She'd wheeze and I'd breath though my ears. Now I am one of those people that you want to get away from on the climb because their whacked breathing is freaking you out.

*Where was the goddamn barbeque? It was all I thought about on the last lap. "Pedal pedal, tri tip. Pedal pedal, tri tip." And there was no tri tip. Talk about breaking a girl's heart.

*After 3 years off from mtb racing, I still saw some friendly faces from racing past. Good to see Tomarra in remission and back to her winning ways. The Trek West coast crew is still kicking it grassroots style. Also good to see Jennifer at the top of the podium. I've got my work cut out for me.

*MTB racers are just plain friendlier than road. I know, its an old, tired generalization. But its true.

*Hibbard. His name should just be a word. For whenever anyone does something freakishly fit and funky.

"I think I'm going to go for a 37 mile run after this mountain bike race I did on a tricycle"

"Dude, that is so Hibbard.

*Camelbacks need a fuel gauge thingie. There is little worse than taking a big sip out of that valve and coming up empty mouthed. Nooooooooo!

*I need to remember to put the used GU packs in a different pocket than the unused GU packs.

*My man rocks. I know, I'm biased...but he just rocks. He doesn't give a damn what people think about him. He just loves to have a good time...and it shows. And its infectious. I'm so lucky.

*I was so exhausted during my race that I told a big hairy bull to get the hell out of my way. I just did not have the energy to deal with his shit. Besides at this point I was still dreaming of tri tip.

*It felt good to purge the bad taste that Sea Otter left.

*Lots of marches going on today. I hope people going go because they have something to say and want to get shit accomplished..not just because its an opportunity to get out of work...hmmm...get out of work...Ah..too much to do. Besides my group is about 50% immigrants, so we'd all have to leave. We could have our own little march in Downtown Morgan Hill. Demand rights while we nosh on some bagels and drink fruit smoothies. And I'd still need to get my ride in.