Just finished with the weekend I wanted when I first considered cyclocross: Halloween weekend. And it did not disappoint.
Mud, cowbells, cheering, beer, friends.
I raced pretty bad both days, but Saturday I was in the middle of a cold. Can’t recommend that — it was like breathing through a straw.
Sunday I felt better and I raced better, if a bit over-cautious. I want to work on my cornering in the next two weeks — those were the places that had me losing time.
Anyway. We hung out with some new friends, got muddy, got a little drunk, picked up a few new scars, and had a blast.