I turn 45 today. A new age group for races is one way to look at it. I celebrated early on Saturday by leaving my EZ Up and 2 bags full of expensive crap at the trial site (I didn't enter for Sunday). I remembered them at 10:30 p.m. At least I remembered them, I suppose in a few more birthdays I won't remember them at all until I go to use them and wonder where they are.
Had a nice 53 minute drive each way to Denver and back on Sunday morning which meant there was no way I was going to drive up to Ft. Collins another 1 1/4 hours in the opposite direction for the pre-ride of the bike course that the race director for my triathlon was having. Oh well. It's a huge advantage to pre-ride the course but it's not like I'm in the money for any hardware this time around so instead Jonny took me on a nice ride on a very similar type trail just 15-20 minutes drive away.
Can't wait to see what I will forget in Laramie this weekend. As long as it's not the dogs we should be o.k.