Moving on...

Okay...so I haven't even touched a bike in over a month and I'm sitting here picking out races.  What. Is. Wrong. With. Me. Really though, I am really out of shape and I'm trying to figure out how many days I'll need to atleast survive.  Of course I'll be racing against riders with an entire summer and race season in their legs.  So what is that word again...huberis? Yeah, totally an appropriate thing to be doing.   Oh well, it's not like I really care if I get spit out the back of the field.  I'll just pretend that I have been riding 130+ miles a week and maybe my legs will fall for it.  Instead of "shut up legs" it'll be "trust me legs, I've been here all summer."