It’s 11am and I am rushed to get out the door and get some miles on my legs. My 12 hour is in 10 days and there is never enough time to get these long ass fucking rides in. Pain in my ass. Except this week I get to play all week. Until Friday. Then I have to work all weekend long. Which means I don’t get to race.
Speaking of races. I did a 40 mile road race last weekend and had a fucking blast. It was a learning experience. Pack riding is FUN. When the 50+ lead men came passing by me in a huge whooooooosh and my friend Aaron who was in the lead (riding right next to my new coach) patted me on the back and said “good job” it about gave me a fucking heart attack. That was probably one of the coolest parts of the race. Cornering with that pack of men wasn’t fun at all and I was all the way to the right, all up in the sand and rocks and shit but then they were gone and I was alone. Some other girls bridged up to me and we bridged up to the next pack. I pulled way too much and then they said “see ya” at 200 meters to go and left me in the dust. But it was a great fucking day. The next race I won’t be pulling so much. Gotta save my legs for the sprint.
So I got myself a coach. OB Forbes. Check him out. I have heard nothing but good things about this guy. He won the last race I was in. We talked on the phone last week and he really thinks he can help me with CX. Oh, and he’s a reader of DC. HI OB!
I am outta here. I’lll leave you with a shot of of me at the starting line last weekend. That cycling cap got me in trouble with my team director. What the fuck do I know about this stuff?