This past weekend I dont think I ever sat down and took a breath. From leaving SB to returning I was always doing something. I met a lot of people, raced some bikes and learned more about myself and this whole racing thing. First, warming up for a race for five hours doesn't help the performance, see dismal kilo. Second, I need to accept my success, how ever small it may be, a half second off my kilo? I can live with that. Third, warming up makes racing less painful. I spent the first third of my crit on sunday feeling terrible due to rolling to the line with heavy, cold legs. Lastly, the people I have supporting me make this all happen. Because now it's not just me thinking I can go all the way to the top, but my friends, teammates, and family who want me to succeed.
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