The legs are silky smooth and shiny, they havent been that way since Ironman. That isn't saying much since that was 2 weeks ago, but before that they had been stubly and gross all summer. Finally chicks will be rubbing my legs again, envious of how smooth they are.
108 miles on the bill for tomorrow. Not sure how the powersticks will react to that one with Ironman being a mere two weeks in the past. The fitness is there, fo sho, but have they recharged enough? Will I have enough water/will I be able to get handoffs since there is no neutral support and my team doesn't want to support me in my bid for a state championship (I dont get why they wouldnt want to come out to Iowa from Indiana to help me out, im going to help them out in the crit...)? Will I be able to overcome the powerhouse teams Bikes 2 You, Mercy-Specialized, Atlas, Hawkeye Bike Association, the DEATH SQUAAAAAAD, and whatever other simply amazing teams that I have no chance against that will be there? If I hadn't just done Ironman I probably would've not worried so much about it and just rode off the front for a solo victory. It wouldve been a pretty impressive display of my power and badassness. As is, though, to give the rest the field a chance I through the whole Ironman thing in there so I'd have to contend with all this other stuff. The chess on wheels stuff. I'll come out of it a better bike racer because I have handicapped myself and made myself rely on my cunning and not my fitness. Everyone else has a shot at winning. All in all, everyone wins...
Sha, right! Now time for the super mega realistic ending!
Well, Ill see how long I can hang on and how long I can not do any work. We'll see how much talking the powersticks want to do tomorrow and hopefully they won't want to shut up. If they hole up like 15 year old Tim in front of girls, oh well, I at least achieved what I really wanted this summer. We'll see what happens. Party on, Wayne...
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