Race Ride

Tuesday morning I rode to work - and then later was able to catch the Tuesday Night Race Ride with the Dentist.

AM = 18 Miles
PM = 41 Miles.

The race was thrilling yet again - I broke solo from the pack trying to chase the Dentist and his key players down. No one came with me, again, so I was dying when finally two guys bridged up from the Dentists' team and said, thankfully: "get on the wheel". So now the chase group was three. We worked well together for about 10 miles but never did catch the lead break. At the end, in sight of the road side sign marking the finish line, I got out of the saddle and went for the kill. They responded quickly all gears and cranks and wheels humming with complete force. I love that moment -we hit 36 mph on a flat sprint - my bike reached the sign first.

I felt like I was 16 years old again racing cars down 86th street in Indianapolis. Glory.

Yesterday I got up and ran one sad and sorry lap at Foster. My legs were dead. This AM I got up with the birds and ran 4.8 miles. I'm going to swim tomorrow AM, and then run the Indy Mini-Marathon on Saturday.