This week I am yet again a lone man in the eastern Idaho wilderness. After running Robie this last weekend Kayla and Susie opted to stay Nampa until next weekend when I'll be going back for a race of my own. I've been passing my time playing on the computer which I just upgraded the RAM in (thanks ebay) and bought a kinda new super bargan monitor for ($25 from my work for a few month old 19" LCD!). Also I've been avoiding the TV by listening to the audiobook "Bringing Down the House" it's the book that the movie "21" is based on about a true story MIT blackjack club that works out a system to count cards and beat Vegas. Great book sofar, I will probably finish it on my drive back to Boise on Friday.
Kayla's race to Robie went pretty good. I think it went mostly like she expected, even though I could tell she had hoped to do a little better. She finished in the top 30 which is amazing considering she had Susie by C-section just a little over 7 months before the race. Now we're trying to figure out what her next race will be, but for now that depends on a few things that are up in the air.
My first two races of the year when ok, but not great. In the Slammer I didn't finsh as well as I hoped for, but I feel ok about it since I felt good all race and I think I just played around a little too much with some of the hopeless break atempts, oh well it was nice to be in a race again. Then I went down to SLC for the Hell of the North race and that was kinda weird. I got dropped at the halfway point, I didn't realy feel like I blew up, I just plain couldn't go fast enough at the right times. But at least several other people mentioned how hard the first half was, so that's at least some consolation. And add onto that, the last time I looked at the results they were botched and had me finishing in 10th place!
This coming weekend is the Emmett-Roubaix race. I am hoping for a good result here, my main goal is to be with the leaders at the bottom of the finishing climb, which means I'll have to survive the gravel sections this year. If I can put all my effort into making it to the climb, then it's all just a matter of luck I think. If my climbing legs from the days of yore are there that day I think I can do well, but if they don't show up, I will just have to watch the finsh take place a few switchbacks up the hill from me.
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