this might be a little public but yeah, you know, whatever

around about a week and a half ago it became pretty clear that i needed to power down, pull the blinds, lock the doors and escape. i didn't get a chance to take a real vacation this summer and things were beginning to pile up, get hectic, and i was feeling overloaded. i wasn't motivated to race 'cross like i was hoping and that was bugging me as well. to be honest i was having a hard time taking care of myself in all sorts of ways. as i tend to do i fell back on an old crutch of mine. this might be a real shocker to some who read this, but i'm gonna admit once and for all- i've struggled with a certain addiction for quite some time and sometimes it is just too much to overcome. i was compelled to indulge in an activity that not many people truly understand. i purposely sought out the sting, the weight in my lungs, the elusive sensation of floating slowly through space but at the same time my mind and body darting like a lightening bolt on a charged summer evening. i totally caved in to the old familiar mistress. i'm not proud to admit it (because soo many succumb to the temptation) but i did it: i once again went to fruita.