The night before my race I actually found myself weighing my bike and it was at that point that I realized I had started to dip into the slow-twitch dark side. I have now made a vow to myself that I will be more conscious about not straying to far. Legs will not be shaved, sleeves not cut off and that lightweight birth-control SLR saddle will not be back on my bike.
Next month comes the triathlon that started all of this fascination, an Xterra off-road triathlon on our local trails. It's sad that I needed an excuse like Xterra to get me back, but when I think back, my fascination with Xterra really came from watching/reading about The Lung, Ned Overend dominating the sport after dominating the mountain bike scene for so many years. He's always been my cycling hero and someday I will have that Mountain Dew pop machine cover hanging in my basement. I hope to race the Iron Horse Classic one of these years and many others things and they all seem to be direct correlation's to races I've read about Ned doing.
Maybe one of these days we'll meet, but until then, it's back to training so I can take on those mountain states classics like Leadville.