Tunnel at the end of the light

Well, cross season is slipping through my hands like the sands of time my friends. After my altercation with the trails last week I then proceeded to wreck my knee something good after trying to go Prefontaine on the track. I was putting in some run time last week and should of done the hernando guide to running but alas I did not, I have been running pretty good for the last few weeks but of course as a neuorotic, endorphin chasing speed weenie I pushed it a little too hard. Flash forward next morning my knee feels like some one smashed it with a sledge hammer. That was one week ago, of course I thought it would go away and that I could ride through it. That only made it worse so now I am in sedentary hell. Cross is going to be one of those "race my way into shape" seasons. Which sucks because last year was a bust just after humpty dumpty got put back together. Now I am toxifiying my liver and kidneys with a steady dose of ibuprofen. Damn, the bad luck. Well at least now I have more time to meditate. Get in touch with my inner chronically injured non-self. No way I am going to the witch doctor though, he will yake me off of work faster than a global warming affected glacier. So I am on my own.

I am going to hook up with Lothar for some speed tips when this is all over. My goal instead of trying to be in the top 10 for cross is now not to have OV and the champ give me a slap on the ass as they lap me.

I saw pics of the new CX machine, I am trying to consider if I
1 - deserve it
2 - can afford it.

Well I got to go look for stuff to sell on ebay so I can do #2 above. Peace to all my CX freaks.

VJ