Nothing Says Podium Like...

...racing within the first 24 hours of Mother Nature delivering a monthly bitchslap.

Nice!

Thanks MoNa!

I really like wearing super tight clothes that show every ounce of my being whilst retaining water and surfing the crimson wave.

AWESOME!

I am grateful that this race is not a time trial and I don't have to wear that skin suit!

I am also really super happy that my race kit is predominantly black instead of white.

*thumbs up to Dan for earning sensible costume design points*

I think it's safe to say that I will not be out of the saddle much this weekend...

It may not be safe to think that I will be passive in this race, as I cannot take pain killers and will be wound tighter than an 8-day clock when my race goes off really early Saturday morning...

...assuming I am walking upright by then.

I will attack.

I may cry for "hurting your feelings" when I do, but I will still do it.

Heck, I will probably cry as soon as Buddy blows the damn whistle.

Crying.

It's what I do...for at least 5-7 days.

If I wasn't so scared of being wrecked by Cat 4 men (think back to the Tour of StL), I would sleep in and race with them in the afternoon, but I really can't afford the blood loss...

...at least this week.

*snicker*

Jokes aside, I am actually really looking forward to "jumping" back into the game.

It is allegedly not supposed to rain, so it should be a good time....assuming all of us ladies haven't synced our cycles.

*shudders*

I guess we'll see...

Hide the handguns and bring on the chocolate...just in case.

*wink*