We recently established that I might be in need of a mental intervention, whether it be positive thinking techniques or just getting really pissed off. And although many friends have generously stepped up to the plate and offered to fight me, I still arrived at Lost River Classic feeling frustratingly happy.
The big descent was wet and sketchy, so the group took it carefully. It seemed dangerous and/or unethical to attack there, so I waited til we got to the bottom and took off on the flat with 4 women in tow. The pace on the next climb was painful, and I told myself I would get dropped from the break. Oh wait Wander, Murray said you can't think that way anymore. I shifted into my 28 and thought about how much I love climbing.
On the last lap, the moto told us we had 2 minutes on the field, but this seemingly great news put an end to our breakaway's camaraderie. Responding to a minute-long attack reminded me of how scared I am of anaerobic intervals. Stop it Wander. I thought about a recent workout and tried to recall how it felt: Morning coffee. Ipod. The top of "Mount" Presidential coming into view (yes I do intervals on that little jawn). Having attained enlightenment with about 1k to go, it then just came down to my legs. Ainhoa destroyed the final kicker hill, winning by at least a bike length. I've got a lot more work to do on the mental stuff (not to mention those anaerobic intervals), but second place and the first podium of the year is a step in the right direction. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go light some scented candles and meditate...
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