Fitchburg

I guess I wouldn't be in this situation if I had a bathroom scale at home...

After my horrible performance on stage 2, I knew something was wrong with me. I got out of the shower that night and stood there, back to the mirror, trying to crane my neck around to see if my butt looked any fatter than it normally does. Maybe a little, but I could just be imagining things.

I got 9th on stage 1 (an NRC time trial!), and had high hopes for the rest of the race. Well, things didn't go that well. I did pretty horrible on stages 2 and got flat out dropped on stage 3. I can't even remember the last time I got dropped like that! We weren't strung out at all. I was working for my teammate, Carla, who had the sprinters jersey, but even so, I shouldn't have been getting dropped up hills like those. I was the one dropping people at Altoona for goodness sake!

So that night, I had to look in the mirror to see exactly how fat my ass really was. I was kinda curious, really. If it wasn't my ass, then I definitely needed to look at my training.

Stage 4 was a relatively flat crit, a good course for me. I had some experience racing on it, and I was a lot more experienced in general than a lot of the other girls. I should have done awesome, like, at least a top 5, but I ended up coming in somewhere near last place. I worked for my teammate as much as I could (we ended up 3rd in the sprinters jersey competition), but that's still no excuse.

I tried to look at the bright side though. Since I didn't do well in the criterium, that meant that the hilliness of the course had nothing to do with my performance. It wasn't that my butt was fat, I was probably just stale from my rest week last week. So, based that logic, I left the race in a good mood and stopped at the grocery store for a cookie.

Also, my teammate and I got interviewed by a local newspaper. Here's a link to the article.