Monday's child

Expectations. Everyone has them and they're often the key to disappointment. There was an old rule I used to use when dating of decreased expectations but that never worked out too well.

So...the blog needs something, eh? Saturday the Oregon Mafia rolled up to Washington for a road race and came up without much to show for our efforts, other than a good workout. I didn't expect a lot, so maybe there's something to this theory after all?

I'll try something new...and not necessarily expect to kick Wells' ass at the UDC, but plan on it. Is there a difference?



You guys and gals enjoy yourself in Fontana. Suckers.