Back!

I hate twitter. Maybe because I don't want to limit my internet-ual rambling to 140 characters and I don't want to believe others can be more conscice. Maybe because I can't read twitter talk, having to sound out each letter, whispering creepily into my extra large, extra american americano at starbucks. (Cnt txt4 nthn) Maybe because I'm too much of an A-hole to be unirritated when my 9th grade teachers' cousins' boyfriend retweets inspirational qoutes or praises God for badgers win. But despite the reasoning, I perfer to communicate the old fashioned way. Yes, texting. I love the thrill of learning a new keyboard and texting under my desk during a lecture. Living on the edge.

And the only thing I love more than texting? When things rhyme only when you mispronounce them. The only thing I love more than Lil Wayne? Random and unrelated introductions to new blogs.

I made this little guy private for about a week +. I don't know why, you peepin' Tom. But now it's back and after being recently moving into the Appalachain mountains and getting into the swing of a new school, I am ready to resurrect it. Also, I now have a real email address which can only mean one thing: Another free trial of photoshop! No, I do not feel bad for being on my 9th 30 day free trial. Yes, I do secretly feel like I'm in the computer hacking scene of a crime movie when I enter a fake yahoo email address and click, No Adobe, I do not want to hear about other products and promotions. Because I am a computer program sniper (for 30 days).

But anyways, the mountains are nice. We regularly ride above 4,000 feet. I hear it gets cold here in the winter, too. And school is school. Back to reading text books like the Good Word and calling bike rides study breaks.

Did a few collegiate mtn bike races. Clayton and I have done a few nights of "urban camping" or temporary homelessness, depending on how full your glass is.

A few pictures from Virginia Tech race weekend:

On another note, I can feel the changes begin.

The sky is lowering, the world cast in tones of grey, and fields of summer vision cut down for harvest. I still think about it sometimes, usually when I'm alone and unable to tune out those intruding thoughts with Miley Cyrus promising me it is, indeed, a party in the USA. But now, in this weather, the thoughts are more intrusive.

It always begins with heavy breathing. And lots of mud. My legs, spinning in velcro shoes. Grass. Barriers.....

But then reality seeps back in. My hands shake, and like any addict, I need a fix. Cyclocross.

And now It's here. This weekend. USGP Madison.

Looking forward to playing bikes again this weekend.

Fun is fun is fun, if nothing else