February 19th, 2008....
perhaps going all the way to sacramento on a weeknight to bike a total of 2.5-3 minutes sounds a bit absurd.
but when there are some pimpin' cane creek track wheels on the line, it seemed like a good idea. yeah, yeah. company schmopany. fun schmun. i was on a mission. i think i excel in goldsprints because they require no skill--and i am great at skill-less things.
i had procrastinated writing this post, as i had so many possible things to write about. i could have written a blog post entitled: "mike hernandez: testimonial or tabloid?" as i heard a fraction of his life story in the car ride up, and believe that testimonial or tabloid would be an accurate description. i could have written a blog post titled: "goldsprints: a boring race report", which would have been a play-by-play of the sprints...culminating in the final where i was being screamed at by every tattoo covered bike punk with shirts made out of beer tabs in sacramento - right as i hit that lactic acid wall. or i could have written a blog post entitled: "i'm not in my early twenties anymore" and talk about how i had the worst hangover of my life-- all because of one, yes, I said one, beer.
however, these all pale in comparison to the true story of the evening. that is, "amanda seigle: the people's hero."
now, some might say amanda seigle is their hero cause at that ride the world cups #3 at the track in february she totally kicked major ass, raced the B's race and placed third against all those fast 30yr old men. or some might say amanda seigle is their hero cause she totally stayed in that pro-crit at the tour of california the whole time. i watched that crit and just watching it made me tired. those are both commendable. however, it truly underscores her amazingness, which i feel like i witnessed a bit more the night february 18th.
scene: sprint number 4. amanda vs. me. we had already done 3 sprints that were very hard. we get up on the rollers and murphy informs us we won't be doing 500m sprints, but 750m. oof. then, he informs us we must chug a beer first. and not like some coors light, PBR, carbonated piss in a can beer.... but a microbrew pale ale! of course, who doesn't love pale ale?! but it isn't exactly the beer of choice to chug right before you are going to sprint your brains out til you puke.
i knew i was done for.
amanda is an expert racer pulling the bluff card: "oh i can't chug." but i didn't buy it. i've raced enough years never to believe any f-ing thing anyone tells you while on the line... "oh, i haven't been training." "oh, i was up late last night." "oh, i did hard ride yesterday." all that those things mean is that person next to you has been training their brains out to crush your little poor self for ions... and they are just trying to crush your morale more. so when amanda said: "i can't chug" i knew she was just trying to pull one over my eyes, but how could i buy it? dude--- she's at Davis. chugging is like the mandatory minor for everyone. we won't talk about my poor performance. it was pathetic. i am a shame to the midwest-- a shame to akron, ohio which founded alcoholics anonymous. yet, my poor performance should not overshadow her exceptional ability. if i practiced chugging for years, i wouldn't be able to touch that girl. it was remarkable. and then, after having downed that whole 16oz beer--- then, she pulled off a killer 750m sprint, as if that beer pumped some hydraulic power system into her veins. i had never seen anything like it. amanda seigle, truly a class act and my new hero. (i hope that once i post this, this blog post comes up first when i google her)
well, what are my quads like today. well, let me see--59.75cm. that is growth. and we are all happy about that. so that means i should eat a cookie.