The Sliz-ap of Reality
Day after tomorrow, it all begins. The offical start of NE cross season. Almost three months of bamboo-shoots under the fingernails torture.
You know what gets me everytime, are the people I overhear bench racing and talking about cross, saying how “fun” it is and how it is such good fall/winter training. The thing they like best is the “social aspect”. OK, Get the fuck out of here - are we thinking about the same sport? Cyclocross, right? At no point in history can I remember being in a cross race thinking “this is wicked fun” or “I love the comradarie with my fellow cross-racers I am sharing at this moment in time”.
For me, the thoughts that run through my head usually go something like “I just went too hard on that start, I hope I can keep from shitting my pants”.
One more thing to all the roadies, if last season (the dryest New England fall in memory) was your Freshman year in cyclocross, you ain’t a “cross racer” yet, buddy. I look forward to seeing your suffering in a few weeks time as you wallow in the slop. Bring on the monsoons, locusts and the earthquakes.
