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.
Its been so long that I forgot.
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.
So, when's the next race?
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.