So I have some things that I've been keeping inside for a little bit and feel a strong need to get them off my chest. I'm sorry to anyone whos perception of me will be altered dramatically and I hope that you'll understand, and possibly forgive me for what I have done.
It all started a couple weeks ago. While riding my bike I was doing a lot of thinking. I had forgotten my Ipod, which I usually bring on rides to avoid thinking. While my mind was bouncing from thought to thought I somehow convinced myself to do something I've sworn off, something which I have sworn to other people I would never do. It just isn't me and I've always felt by doing it I would be cheating myself, demoralizing myself, and ultimatley going against everything I stand for. I thought I was strong.
Well, I went ahead and did it anyways. I wore spandex.
Thats not all though. After riding my road bike in spandex bike shorts I had another crazy notion, even worse than the first. As I looked at my legs, I felt awkward having the hair on my legs extend past the bike shorts. Whats the point of bike shorts if the hair on your legs is "baggier" than your shorts. Well, this had to be fixed, but I'm not about to shave my legs, thats as bad as shooting up heroin in my opinion. So I went home and took a trimmer to my legs. I guess the trimmer was a gateway drug and the very next day I took a razor to my legs. Just to see what it's like, right?
Well, I have a problem. It's not that bad, at least for the time being. I'm going to race right? So why should I quit, it's not hurting anyone else, and I can stop at any time, it doesn't control me...
I blame my brother.
Oh, and today in my spandex and my shaved legs I rode w/ the Peloton at the Rose Bowl. I thought they started at 5:00 so i got there about 4:30 for a little warmup and then I could be fresh for the start. They didn't start at five, nor 5:30, not even 5:45. It finally got going at six so by the time we began I had already put in about 20 miles. I still felt strong but not as fresh as I could've been. Anyways, it went good and fast. There were probably about 100 riders at the beginning and after the first 3 miles about 20 had been dropped, then more each lap. I made it four laps, 12 miles. The speed was around 27-33mph, pretty fast for me.
The biggest problem was that I was in the back, I'm not that comfortable yet riding inches away from other riders. Howevwer, at the back, riders go to die. They were like the passengers in the back of the plane in Alive. When the tail was lost, one by one they were sucked out. So everytime a rider plummeted to his demise I had to fight to get back in the slipstream of the survivors. Eventually, I too plummeted to my death.
I did another 10 miles by myself and then called it quits.
I'll get there a little later next week and hopefully hang for the whole 25 miles at that speed. Maybe I hadn't shaved my legs close enough so I had extra wind drag keeping me back...?