Yesterday, I had a recovery ride on my schedule. I’d planned to meet co-worker Kenny at Herb’s for a couple of laps, but he never showed up… I think he had the New Year’s Eve Flu. I rode my geared A9C for the first time in as long as I can remember and generally enjoyed an easy, flowy lap of trail.

It seems like everyone with a mountain bike has been or is at Syllamo right now. I miss it. For the last two years, I’ve spent large chunks of winter training time at the cabin. Thanksgiving aside, this year, with Worlds training, I’ve been staying close to home for training and cross racing.

I swear I’m not complaining… it’s been great, and my fitness is better than ever. However, I have a strong desire to retreat to the trails for a few days of soul-searching on the side of the mountain. It’s looking like the last half of January is fair game for kicking off some serious long ride endurance training.

Stay tuned.