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I didn’t race this weekend. Yeah, I know it sounds a little lame (ok, really lame) but I had way too many things that had been put on hold start cascading down by the end of November; homework, house projects, family time, etc. I didn’t even make it out to watch either. Wah, wah, wah - cry me a river.
I used to be able to put life on hold when I played highly competitive ultimate. Take Friday off, fly to a tournament, play, party, call in sick Monday to rest up, train for a couple hours each weeknight with double practices over the weekend. Ah, the life of an active, unmarried 20-something. I just can’t do that any more. More importantly, I don’t want to do that anymore either. Owen and I had fun this weekend doing errands and projects and other fun stuff. I’ll take that any day. In some ways it makes me somewhat happy that there’s a Masters division to race in.
The party was last night. Rach got a babysitter and she and I went. I remembered that it was somewhere near the Hawthorne bridge and was called Audio-something. Driving there, I just thought I’d turn west off MLK and look for people. Once I got close I thought, ‘what’s that sound’ and rolled down the window. From there, it was pretty easy to follow the drums. The drum corps was LOUD. I think I started hearing them about 3 blocks away…over the rain and through closed windows.
Having only been racing for a couple years and not being on a team, I don’t know too many people. We didn’t mingle that much. I was ok with that as Rach and I got a chance to talk. It felt like a slightly more civilized ultimate party - people smelled better, there was less beer and hardly anyone was stoned. Sometimes that’s a good thing.
Didn’t win anything in the raffle although I was heavily lusting after the wheelsets.
The awards were fun. I won the Master B’s and picked up a bag full of schwag; new Bell helmet, couple tires, Cross Crusade shirt, arm warmers, and a couple other little goodies thrown in. Oh yeah, and the Chris King headset. Sweet.
Technically I tied with Johnny Vergis but I’m guessing that I won the tiebreaker based on the Hillsboro results. Bummer about his leg. I got a chance to chat with him for a couple minutes later about the injury and his lost skiing season. I hope it heals up to full strength.
The minute I got home, Owen came out of his room and asked what I won. I opened the bag and we went through it all. As I went through the stuff one by one, he asked ‘can I have it?’ on everything. I may give him the jersey and a couple other little things. He also asked if he could take the medal into school for show and tell. How on earth do you say no to something like that? So I left it out on the table for him this morning to take.
I’ll be up in the Master A’s next year. Yes, I’m already thinking about it. I wish I’d made the time to do one Master A race this year to get some sort of gauge for training next year. It will be significantly faster but to what extent, I’m unsure. In just about every race this year, I finished and felt that I raced at about 95-98%. I didn’t have all that much more left to give. I’m having a little hard time grasping how much faster I can get to stay competitive next year, especially in the magnitude of 30-45s/lap faster.
I need to relax. It’s flippin’ December 3rd and I felt this way last year. I’ve got a short list of things to work on which I’ll think about and address later.

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