And that's a wrap for the cyclocross season. I missed my last race due to a weird onset of nausea and vertigo in the car on the way to the race. Looking pale with skin like a dead fish, I had to pull over and let Selena drive because I felt drunk and thought I was gunna spew. Very strange. Tails tucked I returned home to take a nap and had nightmares about missing the race...fuckin' A. On a better note this season boasted better results than last year; even though I was mortgaging all my results by packing in base miles for a strong road season and not doing ANY specific training for cyclcross. Even with six hour rides under my belt and tons of tempo riding the results improved. I'm stoked for a big leap next year...the Black Knight cometh! Got a jump start on the weights and a new kickass core routine nailed down. Should be putting Leonidas to shame by the spring.
We had one of our biggest snow falls for this early in the year. Jeremiah and I drove up to Skyline Drive and poached the AT for some amazing cross country skiing. Its only every couple years you get enough snow to ski the Blue Ridge...a narrow window and we nailed it. Then the next day, it was gone...phantom mist. Pics to come soon














