The Dirt Field

You may have noticed that this site was offline for the past few days. I noticed. At first, I figured the problem would sort itself out. Then I started getting a bit concerned that maybe there was something wrong and that the content had been lost. When troubleshooting didn’t quickly resolve the issue, I became really worried. Nearly seven years of my life are documented here, in posts that range from mundane to funny to heartbreaking. While it might seem like a fluff blog, to me it represents a snapshot of a dozen different phases of my life. Remember Aisha, that terrible monster dog I love and miss dearly? Or the pet mice? Or what my life was like before I started cycling, when I spent my nights out partying with my parents’ friends? Remember graduating from college and starting law school and my first job in proposals? Remember when I crashed at Sleepy Hole and went on to discover that I love road racing? Remember when I made big mistakes and got hurt and learned lessons and grew up a little?

I remember the things that have happened since starting this blog, but recalling an event or a time period isn’t the same as going back and reading about the experiences as they happened. Even little things – like being able to read an old race report in preparation for doing the race again – matter a lot and would be upsetting to lose.

Needless to say, I’m going to back up the data on the site. That way I’ll never have to worry that the story of the time Kobe flung poop on my foot could be lost forever.