Long periods off the bike are best when they end.
Today's Sacramento CX final was a hoot. After a two-month layoff to recover from vasectomy surgery (yes, ouch) the muddy banks of the Sacramento River were the perfect setting to try everything out again.
Lung-searing sprints . . . yep.
Leg-burning runups . . . got it.
Awkward testicle-smashing remount . . . oh yeah.
Cyclocross is not for sissies.
The after party is today at 4pm at Old Soul. I'm taking the boys so they can get some "culture".
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