November?

I heard on the radio yesterday that there are only 56 days left in the year and somehow that number seemed a little low. Have we already lived 310 days of this year? That seems to be the case.
The weather having changed as it has, now is my favorite time of year to be outside, and having just spent a week with Tristan while he was borrowing some floor space to sleep on, I decided I needed to get back on my bike. Of course about 3 days after I decided that, daylight saving hit and I lost all opportunites to ride after work as it is now too dark to see where I am going. I rode two days anyway, and have since realized the folly of my ways. I decided I didn't like not being able to see where I was going. Nonetheless, I up and registered for a cyclocross race that was held yesterday out it Lancaster. Garrett rode with me, and we went. It was great fun to be back out racing and be hanging out with a mess of people who love to do the same thing. Long story short - I got my butt kicked. Unfortunately 13th out of 14 is not my worst race result ever, however that was the final result yesterday. Something about having my heart rate monitor record my max heart rate as a sky high 212 tells me that I'm not in as good of shape as I was hoping I was. I won't make excuses, even though I could come up with some pretty good ones. It was fun, I hope to be able to do it some more, but in order to do that, I'll have to ride more, which it will be interesting to see where that falls in the priority list of life...