Baked

Wow, another brutally humid and hot day in the saddle. I only had about 20 miles in when it looked like some serious weather was gonna give us a beat down. So I started inching my way back to the xB and decided that whatever I finished up with would be goo enough. It's dog ball hot, I sweat like a BBW 3 way, and I have a race on Saturday in what looks to be heat that could cook a small pig. I did not need to deal with riding in T-storm for the hell of it.

When I got home and looked on the Mac (I do not carry one with me on rides as some think) it seems that all that severe weather went a nugget's hair south of The Oak area. Oh well, like I said, it was HOT and I was suffering like a Floridian fat man ensconced in pleather, so 25 miles and 32 pounds of water loss would have to do.

I am less than optimistic about Saturday's race. I have not had a ride where I felt strong in over a week. OK, I felt a LITTLE strong last Saturday, but than ain't sayin' much! I just seem to have no power and am suffering just to get the bike up hill. On top of that I have been doing a lot of thinking on the whole racing thing lately and why things just haven't been going great the past two seasons. I think I have it narrowed down and will get more into it in the near future. But for now I just want to try to chill, fuel up, and try to enjoy a day in the saddle on Saturday. I mean even with my glass half empty attitude, I am looking forward to the Hilly Billy. Should be an adventure for sure.

Later.