Comments on: Calm Insanity: Cyclocross 2009

By: Foxcx

Foxcx — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 16:50:41 +0000

Thanks for the reminder. It’s easy to get lost in all the training, suffering, numbers, placings, and forget that we do it becuase it’s a blast. It should drive us to fits of clarity. Thanks for the reminder.

By: borton

borton — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 14:08:54 +0000

Love this. Really, really love this. Thanks for capturing the true spirit of cross…..says a girl who sits at her desk too much! Hoorah for training goals and the myriad of normal life adventures, which, so frequently and joyful interrupt a perfect riding schedule.

By: Deb Pang Davis

Deb Pang Davis — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 22:57:05 +0000

Boy, “Keep Calm and Carry On” is what I needed to hear. I’m in that group in the 3rd paragraph. I don’t race on bikes. I barely get in the saddle but I definitely love the parallels with life. Carry on Heidi. You made me feel better today.

By: serena

serena — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 20:32:51 +0000

Heidi – you are so RAD! You ARE what Cross is all about… thanks for reminding all of us why we are out there, in the mud, with burning lungs, in our skinsuits, slopping through “shit”, clamoring over coffins and doing it all again “tomorrow”.

By: Adrian McKenzie

Adrian McKenzie — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 20:17:31 +0000

Fantastic article Heidi.

I can completely relate – having had lots of turmoil in the past year or so.

“Keep Calm and Carry On” is my new motto

Thanks for this…

Adrian.

By: Dan Kearl

Dan Kearl — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 16:53:22 +0000

“A lot can be said of a pleasurable Sunday out at the races. Some beers, some kicks. Families and Wives sitting out the rain in the
tents, managing bored kids. Probably dinner somewhere later.

Something to do around the house. A long shower.

All of this life. This regular guy stuff. But, at this moment, right here, all I cared for in the world was to cross the line before that other man.

We had been at war for two miles, breathing like horses. Insane in the mud and regretting every wrong thing I’d ever done:
Imagined music pounding in my head, and bile in my throat.

And the mother***r pipped me at the line. He had it. I didn’t.”

From Gunner Berg”s blog, your article reminded me of it.