Frumpleupugus

Somedays you feel like effortlessly gliding along at 110 rpm.
Today was not one of those days.

I bagged on my sprints. And those are my favorite workouts. All snarl and no hills! Bring it.

Just not today.

Today I could barely manage to click over 90. I would have been far more at home with a benevolent bluesy 45rpm rhythm.

I think the beating my ego took this weekend at the Early Bird "Black Ice My Ass" Road Race just caught up to me. I mean, I was ready to take my lickings, but damn, that lashing hurt.

ouch.

Its been so long that I forgot.
Racing's hard.
Fucko.

To top it off, I was so self-involved in my racing re-debut, that I was a negiligent teammate. I think that part hurts more than that ass whooping. I've usually been able to make up for my comical lack of talent with a little extra dose of cunning...but now even that's gone stale.

double ouchie.

So, when's the next race?

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It was superfine to see friendly bella faces, Amy and Kathie at the race. They both rode amazing races. Wish I had the sensibilities to write a decent race report about it. Fresno bellas must have some super secret sauce training going on.