i must have gone coastal.
The morning rides are in the 50's and the evening rides are in the 70's. Apparently, that shit catches up to you when you race in the higher temps.
i'm bummed because everything felt so good as i prepped for the race. Yesterday we had a lovely ride with Sabine, Jeff and Soni. Today, a luxurious morning of sweet breakfast and lively conversation. As we arrived to the race site ~ a nice quiet parking spot away from the crowds with a bit of shade and a bee-line path to the portos.
Everything was on target. I couldn't stop smiling.
During the first few laps, it was cake and i was nibblin' away like a dirty little kid. A very good group escaped off early, but i wasn't worried and just wanted to pick my moments of effort. I had my brutha Pasco with the power to take me up the pack whenever i wanted and i wasn't wasting an ounce of energy.
But i could feel the heat creeping in.
After a move to bridge across, i felt the oven open up ... and then, within a few laps my head was in the broiler, legs twitching in death thralls. i just exploded. With 10 laps to go, i had to pull out. i was seeing stars and barely able to push a couple hundred watts. total heat collapse.
but you know what? it pales in importance.
Pat Caurant, an old teammate and an excellent guy, went down during a training ride yesterday. He's touch and go in the hospital today.
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Sunday, July 02, 2006