Schoolyard Cross: My Second Race

On the eve of my third race, I still haven’t written about my second. Here it is. I realized the second cyclocross race was when I started to have expectations. I was afraid of that. My first race was an afternoon of blissful ignorance; my only goal was to stay upright and finish in one …

A Good One

BANG! BANG! BANG BANG BANG! On Friday night I laid in bed way up in the loft of our lake house and listened to the acorns fall from the trees, crack against the roof just a few feet above me then crunch into the leaves below me. Over and over. So I closed my eyes …