Two in the morning.

It's two in the morning and I just finished making waffle mix (vegan and regular) for tomorrow's race at Villebois. Yes, I'm crazy. I didn't leave the Rapha cross roller race until midnight, so I got started a little late. Too bad if you missed the race - it was awesome. The team costumes were pretty amusing and people really got into it. The beer was very popular, but waffle cravings seemed pretty light. Seems like most people had just come from dinner, or weren't drunk enough or out late enough for the munchies. Most of the crowd had dispersed sometime between 10 and 11.

Why was I there until midnight, then? After party. We rocked it out. Great DJ and I just couldn't help myself. I hear a good beat and I must dance. Not the "I'm too cool to dance" stuff, but laying it all out and getting sweaty. Dancing with someone else (who can dance) is nice, but not necessary for me to get my jam on.

And then a little staff cyclocross roller race. I didn't know we were going to run the lap after the roller part, so I had cinched down those toe straps nice and tight. I spun it like a clothes dryer comin' in hot and I think I finished first, but then couldn't get my shoes out! I finally did, grabbed the kiddie bike to run my lap, and was pretty nauseated. It's been a while since a gave it up for a true 30-second sprint.

Ok, time to sleep for a few hours and let the waffle irons dance in my dreams.