I, most unfortunately, did not end up making any money at all that fateful weekend. If it weren't for Pacificare, i would have actually lost several hundreds of dollars. Saturday, the swan island crit, proved to be very fun and very easy, winning me a Maxxis tee shirt for getting first on the one sprint lap and allowing me to sit comfortably on the ignorant wheels of the few stubborn leaders who, graciously, led the pack over and over and over, and over again, affording me and many others good rest for about twenty five or thirty minutes. Then i got stung by a bee lodged in my glasses and flatted a tire on the 2nd to last lap as i chased the winning break away.
"Oh well," i sighed [after a mini swearing fit and a near destructive bike throw] " Better luck tomorrow."
Apparently not. Dave Wingard and i got dropped like dead weight off the fast action cat5/4 pack leading me to spend 4 laps time trialing it up to the "back of the pack" which ended up being another break off of two guys. Just as i reached them we all got pulled out. Then, after celebrating the [extremely bitter] end of the criterium racing season, i snapped both bones in my right fore arm landing me in the hospital for a morphine drenched two day "piss-in-the-bottle" oxy binge. Thankfully i learned a lot about my friends and family who showed me the most incredible, surrounding support and comfort in the following days.
So yeah, now i play the waiting game.
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i love love love you.
and miss you.
marissa
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