the terror of teaberry

The weekend was enhanced by a thirteen-mile rip-roaring little jaunt through southern Michaux. The results aren't up yet, so I can't prove it, but I'm pretty sure I beat the second place rider by about six minutes.

Racing the short courses at the Michaux Endurance Series is so fun I'm not sure I want to try anything else.


(I actually felt kind of bad about doing the "beginner" race...and I would have done the 25-miler--which I heard was actually 32 miles--were it not for other commitments. As it was, I had to race and run, which I hate. I barely had time to congratulate #2 as he was finishing--I was already changed, packed, and halfway out of the parking lot when I saw him roll by.)