Finally

My ‘08 race season is finally underway. I took the knobbies off the ‘cross bike, put a 53 back on and went to a crit. Being my first race of the year I figured I would surf the pac k and just try to finish. About 20 minutes in a break was away and gaining time. Next thing I know I am 3/4 of the way across and the lactic acid mushroom cloud is seconds away. Yes Brothers and Sisters, I nearly dropped myself. Too many kilos on the body and too few kilos in the legs I guess. After digging DEEP to keep from getting shelled out the back of the peleton I managed to finish in the field.

The point of all this? My original “plan” to sit in. Not Big Ring at all, I am ashamed for even considering it. The point of racing is to win and if you are not even going to ry to win then why show up? You gotta at least try.

Here is some hair metal and Fear for your Monday: