Pathological? Maybe. Every year at this time I feel compelled to 'start again' and get ready for the next season. I tend to review what went wrong with the season that's coming to a close and plan out where I'd like to be in the upcoming year.
Today, the habit reared it's ugly head in spades and as I rode three easy hours on the fixed through Wilderness, I went from reviewing a year of near misses to excitement over the prospects of 09. "This is the first day of next year," kept rolling through my head.
I guess I have some hopes for 09. Or, more likely, I just need to lighten the fuck up.
Why so serious?
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