I guess I’m going to Fitchburg again even though I said last year that I wouldn’t return. The race distances are better in the 3s, but 4 days there causes claustrophobia. Can’t ride except to race. Limited restaurant choices. Nothing to do really. I suppose I’ll bring the computer and work.

Training is going OK. 2 days a week on the TT bike to get ready for Fitch. Hill repeats like this morning’s that edged dangerously close to stupid grinders. When you have to hold 400 watts to go 5mph it’s time to call the knee doctor. Some LT work. And high end stuff at races and on the hills commuting. Long ride from BK to the orchards and back the cool way on Saddle River Rd. Generally not as organized as a couple of months ago.

9th at Balloon Fest restored some confidence. It seemed like the dream of being a 22 year old trapped in the skin of a 40 year old might have died after mid-pack results at Syracuse. Balloon fest 3/4 was a crappy race, though, on a fun course. Bunch of guys racing for 3rd place. Super sketchola too until the hill whittled it down.

Here’s the view from the top of this morning’s hill. I think it’s about 1.5 miles at 10 percent or so.

I hope I’m not the only sucker using this thing. You’d think Andy and Alex would have something to add to the blogs section, no?