24 hours of near racing,

(Photo: Amy) As in, 24 hours, 2 12-hour days, of being near racing, without actually being on my bike. I always want to count days officiating as workouts because I come home exhausted and aching, but let's face it, it's just time on my feet. Doesn't count!

Nothing too exciting. Saturday was my first gig as Chief Ref and it went really well. The race was low key and aside from one poorly-placed mailbox that resulted in one rider's carbon bars being broken in half, no big drama.

Sunday I was on a crew of 5, which meant 3 "floaters." By the third race of the day, though, the other two showed they had clear preferences for where they wanted to be, so I ended up floating to the back side of the course and watching lines through corners and listening for cursing. After his race Kyle said, "I saw you on the back side and thought that must be the most boring job ever." Funny, the things racers think about in 70 min. Well, no, not so boring. Just something that needs being done.

I was so burned out, though, that mid-day on Sunday I plopped down in the team tent and declared that I'm taking this week off from training entirely. Ha. I did mean it when I said it, but here we are on Monday, and I know it'll never happen. OCD. Let's go.