Norm, I am learning something. My breaking point. That's what I've learned so far this year, what dead feels like. What drained and the true meaning of "tired" feels like. I thought I knew that before these first 2 Cat 2 races, but boy was I wrong. I'm much stronger than I think. For the first time I have felt my upper body give out on me. My chicken legs are stronger than my chicken arms.
I demand a rematch vs Dustin. I did lose outright, no excuses. Ringwood wasn't on my radar but now that I didn't have a clean race against Dustin I can't admit full defeat, yet. Racing against Dustin also seems to calm my nerves. I pretend as if he is trying to touch my booty and or stole my milk money. Once he was out of sight I was stressed out again and way too focused on things that didn't matter. He is my rock.
I'll probably upgrade the EBB over the winter or something. I wish I could do it right now, but I really don't want to drop anymore coin on this thing, but I should be able to ride it the way it is 10 times and not have it slip. We will see.
I sealed my first tubeless tire by myself at work. What excitement. The floor looks like I was really excited, too.