Crested Butte...I so wanted to race you

My co-workers all laughed at me this morning. I thought to cry but I laughed instead.

No, I did not show up in my birthday suit, nor with toilet paper hanging out the rear of my pants or even with my underwear on the outside of my pants.

I woke up at 7:30am groggy from a night of unrest and wondering why my alarm didn't go off. Usually I'm already within the herd of composites and steel ...slowly making my way towards the dark towers on 6th Avenue by this time.



Somehow I still made it in by 8am but then I realized I didn't have any work for the day. Oh yeah, just another kick in the ol' mountain oysters...for I took today off to go to Crested Butte for the race that was meant to be...just not for me...not this year. No racin...no money makin...Fugg me.

On a brighter note...amid all the hacking, coughing, and vomiting...I put on a pretty good show at the local brew in ride. I was feeling worse for wear as everyone and I mean everyone left me on the paved climb up to the Big Green Hill. Once there though, I held a good mid pack performance. I was even given chance to chase one of the leaders for a while in 2nd position...couldn't hold it though and quickly fell back to mid pack. Back to Ironworks Brewery for an Oatmeal Stout and a bit of Karaoke...gotta love that little brewery...Mullets and 80's ladies hair make for most of the flair.