Women’s Sprint World Champion

That’s my new self-claimed title. Or maybe I was the only girl at the track today for the sprint tournament. And maybe it was just good-friendly-fun Hellyer racing and not the world championships. And maybe all the fast chicas were at Alpenrose or racing crits this weekend. Whatever, I was the women’s champion today!

In truth, the only highlight was my vastly improved time trial time. My main goal for today was to break the 14 second mark in the time trial and I went in 13.85. What does that time really mean? Absolutely nothing other than that I can sprint for 200 meters on my bike faster than I could ever run 100 meters on my feet.

The match sprints kicked my little uneducated track booty, but I learned a whole lot, so maybe next time I’ll do a little better with those. I was wearing my newly-acquired skinsuit though, so at least I looked pro.

The rest of my weekend was just as much fun as the track. Yesterday I was to go mountain bike riding at Demo. Demo is my single track sanctuary. I absolutely love it every time (even when I choose to smash my face into the ground). So I headed up north to ride…got the chain lubed, the tires deflated a bit for the trails, and up the road we went. Only my riding partner decided that it would be more fun to climb Mt. Bach instead. On the road. On our mountain bikes. With squishy-knobby tires and full suspension. I was wearing baggy downhiller shorts. Overkill? Three hours later we returned and well, we didn’t have to clean our bikes. And I got some sweet air off a speed bump, so the ride wasn’t completely a waste.

Later on Saturday I stole Terry’s secret fajita recipe for a little Queen Bella party. To be honest it was my first time really grilling anything because I am rather terrified of open gas-powered flames (the family can remember my lawn mower fire), so I was really happy that I didn’t burn the meat, me, their house, or the forest. I also made his jalapeno poppers that were a little warmer than normal. In fact I tried so hard to clean all the seeds and veins out to make them less hot that I think I have now ground jalapeno oils into my skin and under my fingernails because they are still burning today. There was homemade sangria and pies and cakes and gin and tonics and too many laughs. Its so great to have such great friends while my bestest friend is gone. Thanks ladies (and Bella fellas, too).

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