'Running' to Feed the Hungry.

So it's been awhile since I've felt like posting anything. Life certainly has a way. It's that 'way' that I sometimes have trouble finding. And sometimes it's not the 'finding' that troubles me, but the 'way' itself that's disagreeable...but no matter, rest assured, I always come around.

Is the past behind us?

Had one of those dreams last night. You know, the ones where you tell yourself, "This can't be real," but you're so captivated that you just roll with it, then find yourself scratching and clawing, desperately grasping for that invisible thread, that thin air, that unreachable, imaginary something that will keep the door open and not allow it to end. Then, you wake up.

VOS Stage Race.

Being on time is something I could get used to. Getting up at 4 am to get to Nicks to meet Erin and Wilson by 5...not so much. But there I was, early...of all things!

First time doing this race for both JB and I. Having Wilson and Nick there to fill us in on the details of each stage was helpful. I guess you really don't know what you'll have to bring to the table until you're sitting there, fork in hand, ready to throw down so I really didn't know what to expect. JB and I were reg'd for the 2's and Wilson, the 3's. First up for the 14 mile TT was Wilson with a start time of 12:49. He was off and running while JB and I warmed up. I could feel the back of my throat parched and couldn't seem to quench my thirst.  I rolled up to check in, JB was already off and running. I was just in time to step up onto the start platform with 2 in front of me. Starting from a platform, another 1st for me. Wasn't sure what to expect.

Welcoming the New Year with open arms...

...while giving 2010 a swift kick in the ass as it ran out the back door!

Nah, 2010 was another fun year for my boy and I. AJ grew stronger as the season progressed earning his CAT 2 upgrade in less than 5 months as well as a trip to Canada to race for a week with, and against some of the strongest Jr. racers in the World. Unfortunately Dad wasn't able to go, but I was there in spirit. He was awarded the MVP of the DBC Jr. Race Team. He competed against the strongest Jr's in the nation up in Bend OR where we met a "Cool as the other side of the pillow" kind of couple who opened up their home for us for the week. I continued to throw down for my team in the M35+123's while earning myself a CAT 2 upgrade as well. We both had a year full of learning and growth, both physically and emotionally.  We continued to meet new people, make new friends, and strengthen the good friendships we already had.