Clouds

I just got back from a 10-day trip to the Chicago area, for races in two of the seemingly 500 suburbs that are named [Something] Grove. Apparently there used to be a lot of trees in that part of Illinois, but now there are a lot of houses, roads, and shopping centers with my two favorite stores, Walgreens and Target!

Overall the trip was fun - Devon and I stayed with some really fantastic people, we hung out in Chicago for the first time ever, and I had lunch with a good friend who I haven't seen in 5 years. I have some photos from the trip, I will post them separately. But the races were not a good as I had hoped, and despite the double latte, Zachary's pizza, and Devon's arrival at home after almost 2 months on the road, I haven't shaken my cloud of disappointment.

But it could have been worse. I crashed, but I didn't break any bones like some other girls. I didn't even break any equipment. I improved on my finishes from last year, I was at the front in each of the 4 races (not the whole time, mind you, and especially not at the finish which is when it really counts, but still...) I bought some cool sunglasses. I got dragged to only one horror movie, and in turn got to drag the boys to Devil Wears Prada. The guy at Hertz gave me an SUV for the week even though I only paid for a Ford Focus. And after plenty of videogame conducive down time, I am now at 60% completion of the Daxter game on my PSP!

So my pipe dream of getting an amazing result and then getting onto a pro team didn't come true. Oh well. I still learned some good lessons and had a good time.