It’s warm, daffodils are blooming, the clocks have rolled forward an hour and my legs have that awesome used up miles and miles of riding feeling. There’s something about spring-like weather that makes me want to go and go and go. That’s a good thing because I’m less than a week from my first race of the season and I’m starting to feel some of that pre-competition anxiety. I’m heartened by some of the recent running and riding I’ve accomplished, so my “race” shouldn’t be a total embarrassment.
Remy’s ready to move too. He’s working hard on those crawling skills. He can now hold himself up on his hands and knees for short periods of time. He groans and moans with the effort but is so proud of himself for achieving this breakthrough. One day, one of those many lunges towards an object will result in more than a face plant. Daddy Gary might need to change his standard laptop storage spot of under the coffee table. I saw Remy eyeballing it from a seated vantage point on the floor trying to judge if he could reach it or not.
Speaking of getting a move on, I have some work to do. Onward and upward.
Good luck with your upcoming race. You are such a talented athlete, you are totally going to rock it.