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A ripe cucumber falls off the tree just in time to move on to its next stage in life. It can't stop from falling off the tree even though it really wants to. You can resist and fight all you want but your boyfriend is still not going to want to be in a relationship with you. But, it's time. It's time to move on.

As I am doing work in lab, my other eye is glued to the live webcast of tour of missouri. The attacking, the climbing, the breakaways, the chase group... it all makes me excited to race again. Michael Berry was awesome today, by the way. But, I can't race. I can't because it's over. I can't because I have a broken roadbike. I ask Tyler if he's going to the practice crit tomorrow and he quickly reminds me that this is the offseason. Offseason? Maybe I should've started racing earlier than July. But, I was scared of racing before then, and I didn't think I would actually enjoy it.

I went to cyclocross practice yesterday, and it's just not the same. Minturn was quick to point out that I stopped moving when I came to the barriers. Adam had to show me how to shoulder a bike. I can't even get myself excited to defend my 2nd place showing in the Michaux endurance series on Sunday.

I'm just suffering from a little post-road season depression.