So, any etymologists among readers in the ether? Is the word for the wasting of unused muscle the antonym for the prize in a contest?

I’d have to guess yes.

New England CycloCross 2011 will be winding down and I am fraught that failing to find time delve into the fray of the CAT 3 field to fight for a finish in the mid fifties, I’ve failed maintain my muscle tone, let alone finagle a few points.

There is still a bit of time to tune up and tie up my tip money in a day of travel and trying to muster the most of my traction in the trenches three minutes and change behind the triumphant.  I think I may have to,  racing offers its own rewards even if you aren’t in the hunt for a trophy, if only for the extra pop in your pedal stroke you get from trying to make it to the next corner first.

That, and I miss the familiar faces and this feeling.

Hunting Photos of yourself on facebook is a dangerous thing.