diary of an Endorphin Junkie

I felt really good this weekend. I was doing really fast laps, and I'd managed to work out my struggles in some of my worst corners. I didn't even finish practice Saturday night, because I felt like I had it.

The races on Sunday went well. I won a heat race and was in tight hard fights for 1st and 2nd. I didn't win any races, but the competition was fierce and it was fun. I really feel like I stepped forward a bit this weekend, and could really battle Bryan for a win.

This year Deion and I were doing the endurance race again, and had high hopes of winning again.

( This year I had to ride a full hour before handing off. I was nervous about how well I would handle this. I got a great start... )

When my hour was up, we were running 3rd overall, and had 3 laps over 2nd place in our class. HAPPY. :-) I rolled in, and Deion took over. In the first 20 minutes he put another 2 laps down over 2nd place, and we had a very comfortable 5 lap margin. Now it was time to just cruise home and take victory.

DENIED. With only 20 minutes to go, the bike stalled and wouldn't run. We rolled it off the track and added gas. It fired up, but wouldn't pull the bike. We spent from frantic minutes trying to figure out what was wrong. Turns out that the intake manifold had cracked. Our race was over.

Right now I'm bitterly disappointed on a level that I am having trouble dealing with.