Kicking Off My Boots

Took a trip out to Eldorado Canyon today on the cross bike, one of the most amazing natural treasures in Boulder County. En route, I decided that I am announcing my retirement from running.... Permanently. I am sick of being chronically sore and stumbling out of bed in the morning resembling more of a plane crash victim, than an athlete in cross training. Over it....



Ever been told to face your fears... well, the recent Redbull Downhill Road Rage has my number. If at first you don't succeed, then this event is definietly not right for you. Carl Decker represented for us skinny guys on dirt (you may not believe this, judging by his consumption of take and bake raspberry pies in the winter).

An email quote from Carl's teammate, Adam Craig, sums it up: "At 158 pounds, Carl was the lightest guy in the downhill road race by at least ten pounds. Even with his sweet custom gravity road machine, complete with fairing, ballast (bottle of pennies in the cage) and huge disc brakes he was outgunned by the more gravity oriented riders. Pretty much what I am saying is that Carl got smoked, but he didn’t crash and die, which is a huge step in the right direction. Lots of other guys did."