Cross at Coyote Point

Woke up on Sunday morning and listened to Muse while eating a bowl of Swiss Muesli and a table spoon of organic (chunky) peanut butter.

Sat in my living room and thought about the final cyclocross race at Coyote Point and the mistakes I made on the same course the previous season.

During my shower I visualized the race course and thought about the key sections such as the beach and the switchbacks in the eucalyptus grove.

Thought about my childhood fishing trips (with my father) to Coyote Point and the time I watched the planes overhead with Z.

All of these memories made a complete circle and I realized the day was going to be beautiful with or without a bike race.

It is amazing how 600 acres (2.4 km²) of land can produce so many beautiful memories.