death march.

in the back of my mind, i knew it was going to be bad. from about half way through the road lead out onward, i had nothing. i tried and tried but there was nothing to do...it was one of those days. "bridge to engine room...i need more power!" "engine room to bridge....fuck off!"

i guess that is what i get for all the spotty training i've logged over the past 6 weeks. but i wouldn't trade a good fat tire performance for a trip to europe...that is for sure.

i was 17 minutes slower than last year and about 140 places worse. hmmm, the numbers are making me depressed.

i wish i would have done better, because i know my capabilities and i also know that i probably won't be doing fat tire next year...it being only 2 weeks before the tcm and all. fat tire #10 will have to wait for a year or two.

in other weekend activities, we saw willy porter in hayward on friday night. man can that guy play his guitar. he does some amazing things with his fingers...if you ever get a chance you should check him out.

it was good to see my family as well (mom, jim, dad, brooks, rebecca, grace...i hope i didn't forget anyone) and oliver is completely exhausted from all the action.

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