We do our best vampire routine as we suck the dying hours dry.

Exhausting. Trying to have an absolutely fabulous life while keeping up with my training schedule and still having a full time + job sorta works. Sorta. Except when I trash my entire weekend by officiating 2 crits. Then things sorta become a giant tsumani of over-achieverness, and I end up wanting nothing more than a swimming pool and a cherry malt. Last week's motivation has evaporated.

I was completely unprepared for the humidity on this morning's run, which I had expected to hurt a bit thanks to 3 days off, but wowsa. Gotta train in it to be able to race in it, so I pushed through 5. It wasn't nearly as slow as I had expected, which I'll credit to just having the right song on the shuffle when I started to run. (I still maintain that Josie and the Pussycats is the best movie ever, with the 2nd best soundtrack ever-- 2nd only to Repo Man.)

Believe it or not, things are starting to happen for CX season. Booking a room for Cross Vegas. This. Need to source some gore cables. Need to start taking inventory of nutrition and backup components. July is just around the corner and things are starting to move fast. Oh, goodness, July... I'm just over two weeks to my big vacation, which I quite clearly will not be able to afford, but I have a plane ticket, so... crap.