I wished for...

…an alien abduction this past weekend. I also wished for bad things to happen to my bike. Ever have one of those days when nothing feels right? Your gloves bother you, your shoes feel like they are a stranger’s, your helmet feels like it is cracking your skull open, your sports bra/heart rate monitor strap combo is digging into you like nobody’s business, your legs feel like they are not your own…I should have stayed in bed. Sure, XC is not my strong point, but I was extra slow this past weekend. Shit wouldn’t work right. It’s over and it happens to everyone. I’m just glad that I (hopefully) got the bad day out of my system. I had noticed my bike was shifting funny a couple of days before and thought it was just me being a moron and an incompetent shifter. However, when I went to wash my bike on Saturday evening I noticed that the cable had eaten through the frame protector on the bottom of my frame because it was too tight and was now ready to munch into the frame. The housing was eaten through. So I did have real issues… I’ve only been on the damn thing about 15 times. Glad I looked and now I know I have to pay attention to that. I was also glad that at 8 pm the night before the race, Mike was able to scrounge up some housing. I will be keeping an eye on my mechanic from here on out:

Now, I’m just hoping I can turn it around this week. I’m planning on doing the Hampshire 100 this weekend. It will be my last hundred this year. I had planned on Shenandoah, but I’d rather go see someplace new and get my last one out of the way as soon as possible. I love them, I do, but there comes a point in the season when you are ready to be done and looking forward to moving on to something else. I’m feeling a little on the ick side this week and I’ve been waiting to register. I still have until tomorrow night. Fingers crossed…