Ride, Fatboy, Ride

I did my first races of the season this past week. I headed down to the local weekly race series and was thumped. Hard. It was about what I expected, since I have about 1/3 of the miles that the other guys have. It's what happens when you're sick. So I rode it out, worked on finding the line around the track, and refined my cornering technique.

Saturday I headed to my first real race of the season, and it went pretty well. My goals were to stay upright, finish in the top 3/4 of the field, and not get dropped. It was easier than I thought, but it was a bit of a battle. I hung on each lap up the climb. Finally after 6 times up that hill we were charging to the finish. I was in the mix for the field sprint, but got boxed in and ended up 23rd. A little bit more fitness and being a bit farther towards the front would have helped my cause. I met and exceeded all my goals. Guess I need to raise the bar for myself.

Post Secret

We all have seen or heard of the blog Post Secret. We look at it pretty regularly. Over the last few days I've been thinking about what I'd say if I sent anything. Since I believe in being accountable I decided that they'd be posted here if at all. So here you and they are.

All the years I looked up to my brother I didn't see my father, the real hero.

I wish I never joined the Army. I never would have met the guys I served with. Never would have seen them suffer and die, and never would have outlived them. Some days I wish I were dead, with them, as they are at peace. I'm in a living hell at least a fraction of every day when I tell them I miss them.