Damn. The world's seemingly going to hell in a handbag (always been that way as far as I can see). People are losing jobs right and left and you cannot look in any direction hardly without being bombarded with something negative. Times are tough.
I don't know what that has to do with anything other than to say I have been really busy lately with life stuff and unfortunately my cycling exploits have taken a back seat for a bit. I still have managed to do the minimum with regard to training and making the transition from cyclocross to endurance. I know the switch from endurance to cross was tough last fall but I am hoping the other way will be a bit easier on me.
We'll find out this Saturday as I pack up the Honda full of Vassago bikes and sundry stuff and point it south towards Ocala Florida for the 12 Hours Of Santos. This is my first 12 hour solo race of the year and the first time I have ever done a 12 hour race this early in the year. Although Florida and the Santos course is way flatter than the stuff I am used to (<800 feet of elevation per lap), I am sure it will still be tough and by 10:00pm on Saturday night I should be tired.
I'll have a full story on the race and also the update on the Vassago Fisticuff that I promised I'd bring you. Stay tuned.