This past weekend was the Vermont 50. I’ve never done the 50. At the start of the summer, when interested riders have about 45 minutes to commit to the race and pay their money, I never thought I’d be capable of doing it. In all fairness, I looked at my schedule and new that I wanted my energy to go to worlds, not the 50. So I didn’t think twice about it.

The peak of my summer.

The peak of my summer.

Last weekend as everyone else geared up and headed down to southern VT I was feeling mopey and bummed out that I wasn’t a part of it. However, upon waking up on Sunday morning to the sound of a steady rain, my attitude improved greatly. Sounds like a slog and kudos to everyone who ate their suffer sandwich and finished despite the conditions. I enjoyed walking the dog and cooking a great big roast dinner.

I’m done. My season is fini. All my riding is for nothing but my enjoyment now. At least until mid-November when I wrap up my fall travels and begin my pursuit of fitness for SSUSA/SSAZ.

The crispest, cleanest farmer tan yet.

The crispest, cleanest farmer tan yet.