Hot

I did the group ride today here on the island. It was hot. It is hot. I am not sure how warm it was, but I know that the forcasted temp for today is 98. That is way too hot for a fat kid. I ended up bailing on the ride home and caught a lift home with Kevin P. Three hours was more than enough, especially since I have only ridden once in the past week.

Speaking of the riding last week, I did race at Zionsville and Bloomington last weekend. I managed to get a head cold the Thursday and Friday right before the races, so while I was fighting a fever on Friday night, I was lowering my expectations for the weekend. Living through it seemed like a better plan than trying anything.

At Bloomington I felt like hell, but for some reason, I decided to attack about half way through. Sometimes my head and legs don't communicate. I knew not to attack, but it was a perfect opportunity, so I did. Anyway, two guys came up to me after a few laps by myself and very quickly dispatched me from the group. In the end, I rode at the back, tried to move up and couldn't and rode in to stay safe with the doper and G-Man.

At Zionsville, I felt worse than the night before and rode at the back the entire time, suffering to stay in. I moved up once or twice, but could not stay there. It was ugly. With 4 to go, I moved up to the front 5 to try to fake a field sprint and found Brad on our team. I steered him for 3 laps, riding him into the ground trying to stay in the top 5 and avoid surges. He turned himself inside out and got me to the end, but I didn't have all the pop I needed and got beat in the last 25 meters for the win. Second for the second year running there. Lame. I needed one more teammate to rock the pace in the last lap to really launch off of to have a true shot at winning. Brad had been the whipping boy for 3 laps and just didn't have the juice at the end anymore.

Speaking of rides, I have to update the blog on the stop sign attack from a couple of weeks ago. As I am sure that you are aware, your perception is your reality. For instance, if you read many race reports, you will find that a report on a race that you were in looks nothing like what you saw happen. If you asked a field of 30 guys what happened in a race, you would get 31 stories, because the official would have a version too. Your perception of reality is different than someone else's, plain and simple. I talked with the person in question today on the ride and guess what, my perception and his varied. It doesn't make either of us right or wrong, just a different perception of what took place. In the end I apologized for calling him out on the blog, which was probably the wrong way to go, rather than saying something to him in person. The good news is, that we have moved on, all apologies accepted and delivered.

That is it for now, so remember today we learned:

-It is hot
-Your perception is your reality
-It is hot
-I am a dumbass for attacking at Bloomington
-It is still hot
-I cannot sprint fast enough to win Zionsville apparently

From the island of E'ville,

The Enmark