They say, “All’s well that ends well,” and it’s a quaint saying for sure. Well, here’s how my day ended.
Beer, guitar, balcony, sunset, and a sick view. It looks like a good end to a day, right? Is the world really “all well,” though?
I just don’t know.
I got dropped from the Santa Cruz crit within five laps today. From the moment I started pedaling my bike this morning, I knew my legs were bad, but nothing could prepare me for the embarrassment I endured this fine Sunday afternoon. I make fun of myself for finishing 2nd or 5th, but that’s mostly in self-deprecatory jest; however, today I made it five laps. That’s about 1/10th of the scheduled race distance. What a b&%ch! I have no idea what happened.
I hope it never happens again, though, because if sucking that hard becomes a habit, I’m gonna disappear quicker than the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup sitting in front of me as we speak.
I will say, watching Bissell run away with 1st-4th places was impressive and humbling — particularly because I was sitting on the effing sidelines — and it highlighted the difference between Pro and “pro/1/2,” a distinction many of the people we race with seem to forget.
In order to make myself feel better about today’s failure, I’m posting my AV-required “race report” from last weekend’s Menlo Park Grand Prix to my Race Reports page, soon to be followed by another from Saturday’s Apple Pie Crit. See y’all on the Valley Ride…because it looks like I need some training this week.