90 days - the time flew by.

Mohican, my big ass MTB race, is next weekend. I am having second thoughts about attempting the 100M, verses the 100K. So many people are doubting me, it's very frustrating. I've always been able to accomplish whatever the fuck I want. This is the first time I have ever doubted my ability to do what I want to do.

Then Snake, the pro from DC, sends me this video, and I cried.

"I will believe what others have doubted."
‎"When I get there, I will arrive violently."
‎"My heart and my body will carry me when my limbs are too weak."

That video pumped me up for a good hour, and then my heart was defeated again.

Dominic believes in me.
Snake believes in me.
Dirty Biker believes in me.

Everyone else seems to think I am being too ambitious.
In the end, it's not going to matter what everyone else thinks.
I have to make up my mind before the start of the race.

Saturday, I raced my 1st MTB race and won 3rd in the expert division. The trails were in horrendous condition after 6 inches of rain last week. I was slow as shit, but I finished. I even won back half my registration money. This race was a HUGE reality check for me. It was a tough, tough race, on rough terrain, much like Mohican will be. It took me well over 3 hours and it HURT.

Sunday, I went out to ride on my own, after a leisurely morning spent sleeping in, walking the dogs and catching up with Dominic. I left the house and crossed the ferry and turned right, and then turned left up the first hill I saw, where the road closure signs were. I climbed to the top, and made my way back down, seeing Marty and AK, who are both doing Mohican 100K. I waved at them but they didn't recognize me in my RideClean jersey.














I turned back onto route 8, and then the Bio Wheels women came up from behind me. I popped in their paceline for a few, catching up with Gerry, the nicest girl on that team. She is one of the fastest girls in town, races CX, MTB and road, and kicks ass in all three disciplines. I took a pull, and then took off up another hill to the left of route 8. I continued along, climbing, descending, and recovering on 8. On the way back, I saw Marty and AK again and rode one more hill with them, bullshitting with them all the way up. Both are looking strong and ready for Mohican.

Last night we spent some time with the kids in the neighborhood.













Today I spent the day resting my legs at the pool with Dominic. We weren't the oldest people riding the water slide, either. My lungs are in really good shape. I swam 50 meters under water in 21 seconds. Being 'smokefree' is awesome.

Then we went down to the Taste of Cincinnati. It's a tradition for us. We like the rides. One of us always pukes. This year, Dominic hurled.











Hope you had a good weekend too.