YeeHaw!

NO blog update? Unanswered emails? Ignored phone calls? Unwatered plants? Stuff still laying around where it ought not? Checking account not reconciled? Remodel on hold? Car still rusting away in my yard?

yes.

Having a blast racing because I am finally making some time to train and travel?

Hell yeah!


Okay, so lots of shit is falling through the cracks. And sometimes if I think about it too much it freaks me out. Too much left undone. Too many other things that could be done better.

But there is yet another reminder in my life of how fragile and beautiful our lives and health are. And so, some fun and living life with a big ol smile and wide eyes must take priority.

It must.

This weekend I had the most fun racing in a long time. And I have been saying that for the last few weekends.

The last few weekends have been great, but this past weekend, even with the carnage....was just crazy yeehaw fun the whole time. I loved every damn minute of it. Every scary, every suffering, every confusing, every jubilant minute of it.

There was a moment in our race on Sunday, when Soni attacked into a corner. Holy shit! She went into that corner soo hard. I had to lay full pedal to the outside and pull up on the pedal on the inside to carve that baby as I followed the train that followed her. I almost broke out in yipppee yehaws right there. If you had descended down San Bruno with us over a year ago, you would know why I thought this moment was thrilling beyond the physical fun of hitting a turn at Mach 80.

There was another moment, when at the base of the little hill and at a moment of pause I said in my head "Attack Ryan..now!" And sure as shit, Ryan exploded up the hill to create the winning break. Lil Ninja!



There was this other moment, when I thought my legs hurt too much. I had done so much work attacking earlier. I earned a pass to drift back on the last hill. No one would fault me for that. And at the moment of driftback, I slapped myself silly, charged up the hill and pulled myself and 3 bellas to the finish line near the front of the chasing pack (and unknowingly away from danger). Tracy's frantic but giddy with glee "go Sabine GOOOOO!!" will stay with me each time I sprint now.

And so, bank deposits, messy garage, blog posts, tune ups, chores, checklists, will all have to take a backseat for a bit. Just a bit. Some living must come first.

It must.