Ripon TT

Compression socks Ninja style

Coffee is beautiful.  I'm pretty sure it's my favorite food.  It's also a great friend - it has your back when you're feeling down, is always right around the corner when you need it, never really changes unless you want it to, and can be taken in small doses or large quantities depending on your mood.


That said, we were all in need of some Starbucks lovin' yesterday morning, you could see everyone come back to life after a few sips.  The TT was the earliest day we had so far, and coincidentally the farthest away - which meant an early wake up call at  6:30 am.  TTing is really an art, and I'm pretty fascinated by how much there is to know and learn about it.  How to gauge your effort so you don't blow, the course, the warm up, the position, the equipment etc...  There's a lot going on!  But when the 3,2,1 buzzer goes off nothing else matters but the rhythm of your pedal stroke and beating of your heart - and the one that has the smoothest, fastest, and biggest usually takes the top step of the podium.

Beautiful Dairyland

Mine went ok.. I was surprised that I didn't feel like complete crap the entire way, which made me hopeful for the last four days of racing we have here in Wisconsin.  Ended up 29th overall on the day with a time of 40:12 just a handful of seconds away from a position that would have put me top 20 in the points. That's the crazy thing - we're talking SECONDS.  That's the amazing part about TT - the only thing that sands between you and the podium is yourself.  It's a brutally honest cycling discipline, and I really admire those who master the art of it.