Sittin’ on the dock of the bay…

Getting bored. The summer is cruisin’ by too damn fast. I think I need a Sprint to make me feel better.

My next race is Timberman in August, then Westchester, then Clearwater. Three races, that’s it. I’ve raced 8 races already. I feel like a kid about to go back to school for the Fall. That sick to the stomach, “I can’t believe the summer is over” dread. It’s that feeling you get when you are on vacation somewhee really nice and on the 2nd to last day you get sick thinking about having to pack up and go home, you don’t even get to enjoy the last couple of days you are so distraught thinking about it.

I got that feelin’.

I went for a long ride the other day and my route brought me up to Route 100 where the TT’s are, where I spent a lot of weekends in sub-freezing weather getting ready for the 2010 season. The area where I pooped myself after a nasty brick. The place where I wished I was anywhere but there. The place I swore I would NEVER return to. The place I hated with all my heart because it was NEVER a good day for a brick when it’s windy, snowing, and dark in the middle of winter.

It’s been 6 months since those horrid days. It is only 4 months away until I have to do it all over again.

Yep, sick to the stomach like a kid going back to school in the Fall….knowing the school bully took steriods over the Summer and he hates you for a joke you made about him in the first grade because you caught him picking his nose and eating it. Yep, that sick.

So to shake these Summer Blues, I think I need a Sprint Tri. Yes, I think it’s what the doctor would perscribe me right now. A good shot of high stress, anxiety, adrenaline, and testosterone all mixed into one. Sounds good to me.

Put me in coach, I’m ready to play. I’m tired of watching the tide roll away.