YeeHaw!

I got my bike back from the shop on Tuesday night, which was more than a little frustrating because Tuesday was the most beautiful day of the year so far and I couldn't ride outside.

Now? It's snowing. Seriously.

I hit the trainer yesterday and I will again today - basically for as long as I can possibly take it. Yesterday I was about an hour and a half in before I started fading (mentally) and almost got of my bike. One of the things that popped into my head was the goal I gave up against Williams in the NESCAC Semifinals of my sophomore year - with three seconds left in the game. It was definitely the worst moment of my athletic life, and I started feeling sorry for myself.

Then I thought about this book that I'm reading, and how it talks about how anger isn't a bad thing. It instructs using that anger, and I definitely had it as fuel for an upcoming race in, of all places, Williams.

I'm now training every day with that race in mind. I want to tear the legs off (Jenks, is this an acceptable expression?) a bunch of Williams kids, and have them staring at the word "Middlebury" on the back of my jersey as I ride past them.