at least i don't have cholera...

that is what i kept telling myself coming back to town into a brisk headwind yesterday. mountain bike was the WRONG bike to ride, as most were on cyclocross....but that is all i have so 'run what you brung' so to speak. the race started with a controlled lead out through madison via the sw commuter trail. the race started in earnest at midvale and about 2 minutes later i was off the back. i did a ton of work heading out (1 guy in particular insisted on riding my wheel never doing any work) and then even more from the turn around into the wind to try and catch sammy. catch him we(i) did, but my efforts (and lack of fitness) caught up with me and i was dropped. the rest of the way i was solo, not fast enough to catch anyone but not slow enough to be caught by anyone...no man's land. it hurt, but that is what i wanted. i can't wait to get back into shape. suffering on a bike is a lot more fun when you are a little closer to the front. also, i really want to find a way financially to buy a cross bike. the lemond is the one i really want, but i'd be happy with something else with 105 that costs less.

anyway, ron is strong as hell...watch out for him this year, he is going to beat you. sam as well seems to be on track. me, well, may 4th can't come soon enough. that is when i will be able to get back into some sort of training routine.

so 'race' #1 is in the books. i'm officially a bike racer again...and my hamstrings are reminding me of that as i type this. back to work (i'm at the library) and then maybe home in time to catch the last hour of the masters.

happy sunday.