Winter is upon us.

Tomorrow is my 28th birthday. There's no denying that that is late twenties. Oddly enough though, I find myself contented going in to this birthday and winter. In past years I wallowed in a strange darkness going in to another year of my life-- overwhelmed by a sense of emptiness and a lack of accomplishment in the proceeding year, and years. This is not to imply that I have achieved the things I was worried about before, I'm just in a mood to spend less time worrying about them. I'll get there, or maybe I won't, and that will have to be enough.

So what have I been up to lately? Work, training, cyclocross races and enjoying friends and family.







Let's hope this is a sign of maturity, as opposed to resignation.