At Madera, it was in the TT and at least I could back off a bit and recover, while only losing a bit of time.
But shoot, Wente? I'm in a crit. How the hell do I back off without getting dropped? Answer: I followed an attack (after puking, mind you), which of course, blew me to smithereens. But hey, I'd rather go down, guns blazin' , than be a puss and just drop out. Yeah, I puked again after that, but whatever. And with the crashfest that ensued, my dropping out of the race was a blessing in disguise. And from the looks of this pic (thanks Garrett!!! Go check out Garrett's photos at: http://www.flickr.com/photos/garrettlau/), I was already dehydrated well before the race even started. Nice white mustache. That's what I get for having a super-stressful work-week (I have GOT to win the lottery...).

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forecast calls for lows around 40'ish all week and high 60-70'ish...
weird weather...
La Nina.
La Poopa!
I got some excellent advice from the other Holly in the peloton (sp?) to dress warm and train at least an hour each ride overdressed. I started that up last night on a MTB ride. I sweated like I stole something for the entire ride (just over an hour). I'll just dress like it's 40 degrees out and continue to hydrate and train.
But I still refuse to do Davis again, unless the Ice Age takes over.
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