I've entered. Nearly didn't as A)It's expensive, B) I'm distrustful of large crowds. C)I don't realllllly know anyone else who rides SS. I ride mainly by myself, Race usually by myself D) I'm homesick at the moment and thought about a trip to Dorkland to ride with the old man and Matt K. However, The SS champs won out... I've heard that next year they'll be in Queenstown, so that will prolly be off the cards. Work was bad yesterday, that's why I'm not feeling so "up" at the moment.I was feeling "up", great in fact, until about an hour ago. Now I appear to be in a surly funk which, if I'm honest, knew was coming at some point. 30 hours of plain sailing must be some kind of record. I'm on leave from tomorrow however for two weeks, and my last act before said leave is giving a lecture on Mental Health Law to a bunch of undergraduates at the polytech, which is something I love doing. Undoubtedly this will help.
I'm being deliberately vague because I'm not elegant enough of a word smith to matter-of-factly describe the situation without seeming i)callous ii) somewhat overdramatic iii) alarmist. I fully realize and accept that all stress is relative, however in my line of work, a bad day = BAD. Suffice to say that this is only the second such bad day I've had in 10 years of doing this, and everyone is safe and more or less sound. Right, that's enough of that.
The commute through the forest this morning was excellent, and the watery early winter sunshine on the way home was perfect weather for The Eraser.
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