well ... that hurt

Never got a chance to rest these old and weary bones from this weekend's shenanigans and, this evening, I felt every secunda of intensity spent in the past week's workouts.

i really didn't feel like going to tonite's TT ... but, since Sabine was ready for the workout and I'd already talked the smackdown to a certain snot-nosed diaper-changin' prosey-boy ... i had to go.

stupid bjm.

Anyway ~ saw the Stellar at the TT and she looks lean and fit. She only started a couple minutes in front of me and it took most the way up the climb on the outbound to make contact with her. As i was making the pass, she pulled out a card of suffering and jumped to match my pace.

Damn it woman ~ not how you ride a TT! But, you gotta admire the fire in a rider to do that ... and, she did match it for a good long while, too. That's spirit.

However, when you're riding a TT ... it's all about funneling concentration into your own effort. Time trials are beasts that, if given enough leash, will turn back and maul you. You've got to respect it and learn to push the control as far as safely possible. But to do so ... means ignoring the rest of the universe and focusing all your mind and ego on taming that beast.

Me?

I just do it for the chicks.