Look who came home.

Burn out is a hell of a thing. I speak from experience, if you noticed it’s been a few months from my last post and while it hasn’t been that long sense my last bike ride I have to confess that it has been at least two.

I reached my limit about the time of my last posting where I just could no longer stand the idea of being in school for as long as I still had to go on my MBA and something had to give. That something it was decided had to be cycling. I put aside racing and riding and took on 24 credit hours at once to get that degree over and done with. The upshot is on August 16th I finished, the sown side is that every time I pass by my bike room all of my bikes flash me evil jealous looks.
While I couldn’t dedicate the time to training and racing I did have half an hour or so each day to get out and run. While running is certainly nowhere near as cool as mountain biking I am committed with a number of my friends to run the Grand Canyon in the middle of October. I’m excited for the run and fearing it at the same time; the image that sticks out in my mind is walking out to the north rim of the canyon, looking out and seeing all 24 miles of pain laid out in front of me. If years of marathon races have taught me anything though it’s that pain is temporary and some how I always end up on the other side of it alive.

And Dagny is a Cowgirl. Just an FYI.