you know, i am, and have always been by nature,

an extremely modest person.

but this photo, taken by momma squirrel,

at wednesday's 1/4 rage, just before i started,

is really testing my resolve.

i mean, LOOK at this scene:

single-speed cross bike--a ralph, no less--

[none of this surly stuff for me, thanks]

casey's winter cycling gloves, no bottle,

long-sleeved skinsuit,

very colorful cinelli hairnet,

and a red COWBELL!!

hop on the bike, throw a quarter entry fee

in your pocket on your way out of the house,

ride a couple miles to a bike race,

promoter's scooter at the start line...

is this living, or what?

i may be in big denial about my age,

but SOME things are going quite well:

i raced with many of my friends, got my ass handed to me,

knocked a couple minutes off my previous time,

went home and lifted weights, and my back is great,

get to do a couple more races this weekend,

and get my ass handed to me AGAIN.

life is good, and for that i am thankful.

terri, thanks for capturing this moment.

izzy's gonna rock!