WHOA HOLY CRAP
So last time we spoke, internet, I was racing Fitchburg. Then a funny thing happened:
1. Legs stopped working.
2. Lungs stopped working.
3. Ryan stopped caring.
For example:
This photo was taken by Amanda at the “feed-zone area” of the circuit race. For me, this was the most difficult part, because after we hit it up the hill, we continued going 100 (not 1,000,000) for quite a while. There was no recovery.
If you look closely, you will notice:
1. That I appear to be preparing for a penis in my mouth. That is not the case. I am actually trying to gulp down air.
2. I am grabbing my hoods/brake levers FOR DEAR LIFE. Because I might actually fall off my bike.
3. I am wearing a pair of Josh Lipka’s sunglasses which he left in my car when he graduated. They provided me with no additional power.
4. My helmet doesn’t match. I broke my matching one in Jersey. Not pleased about that.
5. There appears to be no one behind me, because I was tailgunning like I was in a B-17.
I was shortly dropped from the circuit race, with two laps remaining.
Then in the road race, I got dropped on the hill. On the first lap. Then I went home.
So how are you doing, internet?
Better than you, apparently.
oh ryan… somebody needs a hug.
I suggest you go watch the youtube video of Gloucester a few years ago. I beat you there.
thats what I do when i feel like shit.
What’s the big deal? I look like that the entire time I’m racing … every time I race!
Is that bad?
you look completely bald in this picture….
your tires match your kit. I think that contributes about 5watts, at least.