Now they are all onto Germany for World Cup #2 in Albstadt and I am DYING to be there.
Every day at work when my mind wanders it's to the slippery, rooty track in Nove Mesto, or the flowy, techy looking course in Albstadt. Then a freshmen yells my name, starting me back into the reality of the end of the school year, when the kids think it's a great time to test the limits of what they can say or do (a kid asked today if he could bring strippers to my funeral... really, that happened).
When I left school on my bike today, the video clips of World Cup #1 played in my head while I did my intervals, and motivated me to tear my legs off to hit the right power numbers. The pictures of everyone's muddy bikes and legs I've been seeing inspired me through yoga, stretching and core.
Next year I hope to be there, lining up with the fastest women in the world. For now, I'll keep daydreaming about that day, and using the envy of everyone there to fuel the fire in my belly to get as fast as possible!
|Plus, those legs! How inspiring is that!? (Is it weird that I want to touch them?)|