So yeah you could say I suck.

Monday was a great day, I road 28 point something miles and worked out. Tuesday was good, I worked out harder and road 24 miles. Wednesday I road only 18 miles however I worked out and went up 5 lbs in part of my work out. Thursday I had to recover from my horrific sunburn and got really high all day. Friday it was my favorite riding weather (you can smell the rain in the air and the wind is sharp on your skin), however I managed to get super high and put off riding and working out. Figured I would make up for it on Saturday with my pre-ride. Wrong was what I was. I sat around my house with my boyfriend and smoked my wee little lungs out tell I had to go to work. Then came home an hour early and got OMFG Mega high. Like wow! End up going to sleep late, having crazy wild sex... cant fall asleep. 3 hours goes bye and my lovely boyfriend is telling me to get off the couch cause we are running late. I end up having a super bad cause of the race jitters with a big side of last race ego mixed in. Not in any way a good combo when you have a serious cause of weed hangover. I ended up puking a ton of bio in the parking lot and then jumping on my bike to get to the line.

THE RACE
I get to the line and talk to all the girls like always and sing a little. My start sucked! OMG! I was getting passed going down hill on a double track...can I just say for you uneducated readers that if you get passed in this situation you might as well fake an injury because your worthless. Well I don't push too hard at first cause I have two laps. I end up yelling at girls that I know for walking there bikes. I know that its not really cool to do that but I don't care. If I know you can beat me and see you sucking it pisses me off. Back to the point and or story. I get to the single track and this fat old bitch on a hard tail that was built for someone that was not her, does not let me pass for 1.5 miles cause she is well A CUNT! I finally get passed her and crash... I crash hard. I cut my nose and knock myself silly, however I jump back on the bike screaming and taking the lords name to places it should not have gone in the presents of lady's. I don't notice right off that I did hurt my bike. I finish my first lap about 3 min back. Witch I could have come back from had I not been a slacker and broke my bike. So my bike chain keeps coming off and I cant see anyone. I finish. I finish dead last. Today was not my day. Nope. But you know what I had fun and will know for next time not to slack so much and that pot will be at home when I get back from riding.

Loving life and smoking the rest of it away!