in short

Disclaimer: I changed this post from its original form. I have seen the error of my ways and I was not nice. I am very sorry, please forgive me.

With that, my race yesterday went like this...

i don't wanna race, i don't wanna race, i don't wanna race.

fine, the field is small, i'll race.

GETTOUTTA MY WAY!!

oh wow, i'm battling it out with Megan for 2nd. oh wow, i'm in third. holy crap, i could do REALLY well at this race. holy crap, we just caught the b's!

goddamnit, why are we slowing down? and why am i crashing into Megan's wheel? oops, not supposed to put my foot down.

GET BACK ON THE BIKE!

ugh, fast. ugh, hurt. vrrrrmmmm, i get passed. well, there goes third place. and yep, there goes fourth place too, but damn, i could be just fine with fifth. that would be like, 3 times better than any previous performance.

here comes the run-up. there goes sixth place. here comes the barriers. there goes seventh, eighth, nineth and there goes my lungs. and my legs. and i don't wanna race, i don't wanna race, i don't wanna race.

whimper, complain, kvetch and whimper some more. maybe i'll just quit. i'll be damned. fine, i'll finish the stupid race. at least i get to ride for like, 30-whole-minutes.

one more lap, chest stops burning so much. yells of "you're doing great!" i smirk back, "yeah, right!"

i pick up my leg speed. i forge ahead.

the finish line. it comes in a sick slow motion style, like you see in the movies: "noooooooo." except this time it's "yeeeeeessssssssss."

i drop my bike. i wanna beer.

(pics courtesy of Steven Woo and Rick Rasmussen)