Woke up Saturday morning to clear, blue, perfect skies in Salt Lake City … and drove into pea-soup thick fog in Heber.

The course was muddy, thick, sticky, peanut-butter mud, but not the kind of peanut butter that Marit would want to use to make cookies.

Of course, the conditions wouldn’t last, and by the time the A-race rolled around, a definite line of packed, tacky mud had formed that the faster riders could use to maintain speed … Ethan’s daddy and Bart dicing for 1st and 2nd (respectively) in the A race, with Reed Wycoff pulling closer and closer for third; the A-Train beat his sponsor (and series organizer) to the line to take 1st in the 35+ A race. Kathy Sherwin kicked butt in the women’s A race, and then followed that with a respectable showing in the men’s race immediately after.

No hitches today that I recall; from an organizational perspective, the race went flawlessly.

Then off to Mama T’s for lasagna, wine (less the two bottles which I had failed to fully secure in my backpack, that shattered on impact with the road as I pulled the bag from the back seat to head inside), good friends (Jennie and mom, Dayna, Reed, Darrell, Nancy, Art and Rachel, Chris and Kathy, amongst others), good conversation, and … ummm … wind. Lots of wind. Lots of loud wind. I don’t think I’ve ever been in a house that was that windy.

Especially not in mixed company.

Got home about 8:00-ish, and promptly fell asleep on the couch about 9:00. Got up at 10:30 and crawled into bed. Woke up about 4:30 this morning … got up an puttered about for about 30 minutes before saying “screw it, I’m not getting up at 4:30 on a Sunday morning” and going back to bed. Finally woke up for real about 12:30 or so.

I guess I was tired.