State TT

I wanted to do the TT. Then again, since I had no training I had serious thoughts about not going. Over the past year and a half I have gotten pretty good on my TT bike. However, not being on that particular bike in the past couple of months, and trying to do a longer type TT is a bad idea.
So knowing that I'd be going at 11ish, I figured it would be hot. So I put my resources together and got a very cold camelback bladder under my skinsuit.
Last year I did a 56:36 or something. I had been on the TT bike some last year, but didn't do any specific intervals for TTing.
This year, I knew what the course offered and brought knowledge to the table. I started smart, and kept my heart and power low. I kept a steady pace of about 28 mph for the most part, until my legs wouldn't produce power, or get tired from the constant pedaling. A steady 26mph would get me recovered to get back to 28. I was also saving some for the headwind return. And after making the turn in just over 27min I felt good. My legs were tight though, from the awkward position, or maybe the 2 minute warmup I got to do because I showed up late.
Non the less, I saw around 6 guys infront that I 'could' catch. About a minute to two minutes ahead.
I hit the headwind and felt that 24mph was a reasonable pace. Nothing would go below this, and I would get spurts of 26mph. I passed some blown riders, I think the heat really got to them. My camelback was freezing my lowerback at this point, that and my bodys natural tendancy to like heat, made me feeling ok.
The last few miles were the rollers, and I picked up my pace to catch 4 riders, and almost my 30 second man(who was around a minute at the turnaround).
I finished in just under :57 minutes, but still felt ok. My hamstrings were very very tired/sore or whatever. I was only :20sec slower than the previous year, somehow. And this year I was riding out of the aerobars for sometime. Final results are still pending.
After the ride I needed to find my Team for the Team Time Trial(TTT). I drove around and found them sitting on a tailgate of a truck. 3 seconds later, I pull off the road to go talk to them, and I find my truck in a 3 foot culvert. The right wheel is touching the bottom, the left front, and right rear are touching the ground, and the left rear is sitting 18inches off the ground. It was so crazy how close I was to flipping the car. Mom and Magan were in and yelling in my ear, "why did you do that???". It was obvious that I wanted to test my trucks capability of not to flip! Uh, I didn't see it.
Magan had to crawl out my window, Mom sat in the back hyperventalating. I heard several people cleverly inform me that a tow truck just pulled someone out of the same culvert! Luckily, James from Southern Elite pulled us out with his 10 ton pull capacity truck. I have pictures, I just need a download to show the monstrosity of it.
It later turned out that my team couldn't race. One guy had a sons birthday, one felt he was going to be a weaklink, and the other was ready, but I was just too bummed to do anything about finding 2 more guys.

I heard from Mark, and he got 3rd on his latest sail boat race. I hope he at least named his ship the Derilict ship. And he needs one of those eyepatches too. Oh, and a little parret would be cool.

Nnamdi was down for his last week in Texas this past week. He's moving to New York. So we did what any good old friend would do, we fought. We put on pads and had a night of tough love. I got a black eye, and learned I was not very flexible anymore. We hit up the Main Event, and found that it's not unlimited games anymore, just $10 worth. They do have this very cool game that took several of our dollars. It's a punching machine to see how hard you can punch in newtons. I ended up getting the highest speed(71kph), breaking the previous record of the machine of 66kph. And the highest newtons of our group, 910. The funny thing was there was a bigger(muscular) UFC guy there who hit a 901. He was around 10 other people and was egging them on to beat his 901. Weak little Wink steps up and impressivley shows his skill with a 902. Just enough to shut his mouth. Nnamdi shut him up even more with some impressive kicks that were as hard as his punches(only weaker because he had to kick to the head level, and no follow through). Anyway's, Nnamdi and I had a time, we played volleyball, made a snowman, ate an iccee. I'll sure miss that guy.