! Legs-be-gone. My body is rebelling.
Maybe I should have taken a hint from the numerous DNF's on the last stage of
Redlands by the most elite of racers. Did all those big names drop out because
they were wimps? Because they couldn't ride any more? No. They were smart.
They were out of contention, probably not getting stronger over the course of
the race so they did the smart thing and bailed. Pushing past the breaking
point like I did may have been what has set me back so far. The Saturns, T-
Mobiles, and Ronas can't afford to take the entire month of May off to
recover. It's also hard to watch women who got dropped while I hung in those
races get stronger and start winning while I get slower...
Being in a slump is really hard, both physically and mentally. I'm disabled by
some random process going on in my body and unlike an illness or broken bone, I
don't have any idea how long it will take to heal. Until then, patience.
Patience. Patience. The legs will come back one day, and when they do I'll be
ready to make some people hurt, dammit.
So in lieu of race reports, I'll offer some observations...
I've been reading Kim Bruckner's diary. She wrote about how her teammate
Kristin Armstrong gets asked all the time if she's Lance's wife. Call me
dense, but I never once associated her with Lance - the fact that her name is
exactly the same as his wife's never once occurred to me. I've always just
thought of her as someone to fear in the peloton...
Did one of those women really actually pee through her chamois while racing???
I don't think I could bring myself to do that no matter how badly I had to go.
Well, guys, you wondered how women dealt with the call of nature during a race,
there's your answer.
What is it with the guy on the beater bike in his tube socks and t-shirt who
tries to race you up the hill while you're rolling along at an easy tempo? I
usually just let them do their own thing, but in my weakened state, I hammer
past them just to make myself feel like I'm faster than SOMEBODY.
Can all horseflies fly 25mph or more? Or was it just some nuclear plant
accident that was chasing me last week?
And finally, is there anybody that DOESN'T love 50 Cent? I was riding into
work the other day and was passed by a shiny black pickup truck booming with
music. It stopped at the red light, and as I rolled past the open window
and spied the gun rack mounted behind the work-shirt clad Bubba inside, it took
me a moment to realize he was blasting the latest 50 Cent CD... Don't know
why, but that just made me giggle.
I didnt' realize I was stealing my "until next time..." signature from Floyd
Landis, so I'll have to come up with something else to end these diaries with...
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