Did Anyone Get the License Plate Number?
The evil kid germs that I lamented yesterday took their full SuperPower Form inside my chest yesterday as I gutted my way through the shoot. By this morning they were raging a small flu-war inside my body. I am smashed and demolished.
I won’t into long, painful details about all of the ways that I hurt right now, but rest-assured that today was not the day for a time trial effort.
It’s extremely hard for me to sit out and watch other people race, but it was the right decision this time.
It’s a long season and there is a lot of racing left. I kept telling myself that.
The weather was stellar, Sal put in a great performance and Portland Velo was out in force. A bald eagle circled over us in the morning as the first riders were on their trainers in the tent.
All signs point to a good season ahead, mine will just have to start a little later.
In other news, we’ve pushed the San Francisco trip out a week so that I don’t have to travel with the flu. This week is all about healing and recovery. Sometimes stepping back is the fastest path to progress.